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
Greater than All-You-Can-Eat
Have you ever been to one of those all-you-can-eat buffets? I’m talking about the really big ones that offer too many options to list – from Asian fusion to pizza & pasta, the salad bar, fresh seafood, all American, and don’t forget the most import… the desert bar! Jerry and I don’t visit these kinds
Happy Thanksgiving
As we begin the secular descent into holiday hell, which seems to have replaced the holy season of Advent and the Incarnation (Christmas), I reflect on those things that I’ve been blessed with: I consider the very simple, modest beginnings of our first home in the city, second-hand furniture, tiny yard, and lots of PB&J.
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