Can I be brutally honest?
I don’t know what to write,
I feel uninspired and unmotivated and that makes it difficult to put words to the page.
Still, I love this space and cherish your company and never want to neglect it. I worked HARD in October to [...]
I’ve told you all before: I’m a cradle Catholic.
That’s what they call those of us who were born, raised, and remain Catholic. Fitting, as we are also one of the Christian denominations that practices infant baptism.
Cradle Catholics grow up in the church, typically sitting there in [...]
My children all attend Faith Formation (AKA CCD, AKA church school, AKA bible school) classes. We go every other Sunday at our parish center. I teach the one and only first grade class offered that day. (By contrast, there are three third grade classes– it all just depends on how many kids there [...]
Ours is not a faith that tends to devote a lot of time to memorizing scripture.
I’m pretty sure I’ve NEVER made my children copy down a Bible verse or recite one back to me, word for word.
If there is an area where Catholicism does, indeed, sometimes fall short, it [...]
As I drove A. off to chorus this morning, he was full of things to say. He spoke clearly, and with conviction, as he expressed outrage over our country’s continued celebration of Columbus Day.
His reasons were legion and solidly evidence-based.
He listed transgressions, cruelties, and inhumanities.
A travesty, his [...]
“I’m not sure why you don’t just focus on the pros, Mom,” my ever-wise ten-year-old said to me. “I mean– we live in New England! Fall is awesome in New England! And soon it’ll be Halloween, which is so fun, and then Thanksgiving when, face it, I get to eat tons of challah [...]
Have I ever mentioned I hate bowling?
Okay, hate is too strong of a word.
Have I ever mentioned that I really don’t like bowling?
Mainly, I find it stressful and I don’t even like to watch my ball roll down the lane. I don’t actually care [...]
We were all laughing and smiling until our faces hurt. It was a calm, beautiful day out on the lake and I couldn’t really think of anywhere I’d rather have been at that moment than on a boat with friends.
My boy was at my side, watching his youngest sister try to [...]
There are hundreds of children in the program, at least a dozen altar servers among them. Still, A. was the first asked to serve. His commitment and responsibility are well-known within the church, so it was natural that they’d ask him. It was also natural that he’d say yes.
It took her a long time to mention it.
She didn’t even come right out and say it. Instead, she’d climb into my minivan at the end of the day and her narrow, angular shoulders would simply melt in relief and she’d murmur, “I’m just so glad to be out of there.”