The working mother
She rises at dawn to lace up her running shoes, logging hard-won miles in the gray light of morning. She is up before the sun with a sick baby, a nursing baby, an anxious kindergartener, making toast…
Thoughts from summer break + the 1 travel mistake you probably don’t want to make (or do you?)
Friends, it’s been a minute or two. Directly after confidently announcing the blog would not die, I sort of … let it. Or let it lie fallow, anyhow. But here I am now, popping in at the…
Coffee clicks: Passiontide
I can hardly believe we’re a week out from the Triduum. I was rattling off my liturgical wish list to Dave the other night saying how I really wanted to go to the Easter Vigil but, alas,…
The ache of the oldest child
This morning I took the 3 younger kids to Mass, and it was neither our best nor worst performance to date. Zelie squirmed and screamed and needed to be escorted out a couple times, and Luke too,…