When good possibilities seem endless, how do we discern what choices to make? How can we approach these periods of joy and hustle? I sat on the patio looking out over my year. Instead of the dead grass and growing weeds, my eyes focused on the three folding tables covered
So many of you have prayed for us, wept for us, watched and waited for us as we traveled though the diagnosis, birth, and many frightening hospitalizations of Peter; and the diagnosis, birth and death of my daughter Celeste. Will you celebrate with me? Once again, I carry within me
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