I grew so much much during our time of crisis. Now back at home, I find myself struggling. Two virtues are needed for this slow growth in the little way: patience and labor.
On a rainy May afternoon I ducked out of the drizzle through the double glass doors of the Mistlin Art Gallery in the city’s historic downtown to join an intimate gathering of local opera lovers. Patrons gathered around mezzo-soprano Nikola Printz, artist, performer, and remarkable stage presence for a solo
There is a hot debate in my aunt’s town far away from my own where one woman has argued they ought to clear the way in the library for more digital services because “there are too many books…people no longer read…this is the technological age.” It was a
It is the eve of my wedding anniversary. Three 85-inch wood tables stand foot-to-foot along the pavement of our backyard, forming a line from mulberry tree to mulberry tree. The rich tones of the wood play in my mind as I mentally, meticulously, lay pomegranate blossoms, English ivy, and boxwood
Journey in Love: A Catholic Mother’s Prayers after Prenatal Diagnosis is now available online at Our Sunday Visitor. With my first book published and another on the way, there is cause to celebrate. Yet I cannot help asking myself, where do I go from here? That same question
Some days, the days at home with the kids grow long. I turn to Facebook for mental stimulation and personal connection. A woman posted a series of photos in support of babywearing: the art of holding a child hands-free by a type of sling or carrier. Around the world
Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle & Denair Dispatch This week I found myself reflect on the importance of challenging ourselves with new things. When we only offer our children that which is familiar or comfortable, they do not grow. As a parent (speaking of my own parenting