Children Parenting Parents
Although these are not my words (it’s a short story circling around on the www) they will be one day… Fear of Your Parents’ Old Age There is a break in the family history, where the ages accumulate and overlap, and the natural order makes no sense: it’s when the child becomes the parent of
#CovidChristmas
Detachment for the season: Any semblance of Christmases past. No family celebrations. Kids aren’t coming home. The Advent wreath is packed away because…🙄 I forgot to buy candles. I told my spiritual director that this Advent somehow feels hollow. He, with great wisdom, suggested that I meditate on the first Christmas. There was no room
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
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
Oh, Little Girl…
I used to think that people who said that they were ‘seeking their inner child’ were tree-hugging, pot-smoking, yoga-ing, new age, boomer hippies. They might be. But I also think they may may be on to something. In my last post, “Going Dark to Let in Light“, I disclosed a short statement about my experience