I can be snarky at times; just ask my mom. She will tell you that I was grounded most of 10th grade because of my mouth. Back then it was called sass. During that time in my life, I struggled with who I was and how I wanted others to see me. Most kids do….
Gift of Peace
My morning routine places me in the summer prayer chair, a wicker rocker/glider that sits in our courtyard overlooking the field, facing east. I’m out each morning by 7am; blessed by the warm glow of the rising sun. It is always so still, with only the slightest breeze filled with the songs and calls of…
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…



