My Bath
If COVID-19 wasn’t a ‘thing’, Catholics all over the world would gather at some point in May to honor the Blessed Mother with May Crownings. Growing up, these celebrations made a huge impression on me. The pageantry, the process of selecting who would ‘crown’ Mary, the ‘little ones’ wearing their first Communion outfits, everyone bringing
Kayaks, Vanity, and Heaven
Last weekend my hubby installed the rack for our kayaks onto my car. While it’s still too cold for me, it is a sign of hope. I’m looking forward to spending time out on the water simply floating, thinking, praying, and basking in God’s amazing creation. Last summer we took the kayaks out as often
Treadmill Trash
I called our garbage company to schedule a pick up for the treadmill. The conversation went thusly: me – I need to schedule a pick up her – what do you have me – a treadmill, but I took it apart so it’s easier to handle her – is it electronic me – part of
Trepidation and Grace
I remember being 17 when my mother was going through the dresser drawers in my bedroom as she was putting folded laundry away. “They’re not mine!” The words of denial trickled from my mouth as my mom held up a pack of Newport 100s. “Pam must have put them there.” [sorry, Pam.] One lie flowed
Father, Into Your Hands…
About 21 years ago our youngest daughter, Lillian, contracted a bronchial infection that almost took her life. She couldn’t breathe, she was intubated, and she lived in a special tent for 5 days in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit at St. Vincent Hospital. She was only 18 months old. I remember holding her tiny body