Frisch weht der Wind Der Heimat zu Mein Irisch Kind Wo weilest du? These lines are from Richard Wagner’s opera Tristan und Isolde Translation: Fresh blows the wind To the homeland My Irish child Where do you linger? Just for fun, here’s...
Life has been crazy in the past week. Too busy for blogging—or I’ve been too tired. So I’m going to cram a lot of things that could be full length posts into a quick takes and call it a day. one My clever wrapping paper was sheets...
Even though my fourth child is named Anthony, I must confess that I didn’t know much about St Anthony of Padua at the time we named him. The name had come up repeatedly as we wrestled to find a boy’s name and it was one Dom seemed to...
Image: Black Cross by Georgia O’Keeffe If you’ve been eagerly awaiting the next installment of my Waste Land series, then you can thank the Philosopher Mom for helping to jump start the series again. It was wonderful getting to meet...
Bella turns six on Friday and she requested for her birthday the special treat of going to the Public Garden in Boston to see the Make Way for Duckling statues and the swan boats. We were most happy to oblige. At the train station, about to set...
My irises are blooming! When I was a teenager one of my mom’s friends gave her a whole bunch of iris bulbs and I planted them in our yard. One of my first experiences with gardening. Over time, though, they got really crowded and long ago they...
I am very blessed to have my mother with me today. Oh what joy! This photo was taken this morning after our parish’s annual May crowning. What a splendid day we had for it! Happy Mother’s Day to all my friends who are mothers. Today I...
Dom often tweaks me about my lack of a sense of humor. Often when he tells a joke I seem to miss the point entirely and respond not to the joke but the factual error that the joke relies on in order to be funny. Oh, I get that it’s a joke; but...
You think you would be less distracted if you were away from the circumstances in which God has placed you; I think, on the contrary, that you would have fewer distractions if you accepted things with more conformity to God’s will and if, in...
Sophie loves to make pictures with her ketchup. Part of me—the part that worries about what other people think—wants to tell her not to play with her food; but the greater part wants to revel in her creativity. We went to Michaels and I...
