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
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
Civilize It and Retreating
Yesterday, I posted the following on my personal Facebook wall: The US Catholic Bishops just put out a paper on how to speak nicely to each other as our nation gears up for the elections. How did we get to this point??? SMH… Oh, and make sure you sign the pledge that you’ll be nice:
I Believe, Help My Unbelief
Is there a God? I believe there is. I’m a cradle Catholic; tick all the ‘sacrament’ boxes, attend Mass on Sundays and holy days of obligation. I try to hit the confessional once a month and see a spiritual director about every 6 weeks. If you visited our home you would find a Crucifix in