At Danielle’s blog a conversation about vocations and the single life . Danielle highlights one commenter who says that single life is not a vocation, it is a cross that people must bear: A thwarted vocation – whether to religious life...
After lunch the sun came out and so I took Bella out for a walk. She was very happy to get out and enjoy the day. When we got to the park, I pushed her on the swing for a goof fifteen minutes. She cried when I finally pulled her off; but cheered up...
When I lived in Dallas immediately after I graduated from college, I spent a couple of years working for a group of psychologists. They were all great people and it was a very good company to work for. One of the doctors had been a concert flautist...
This week my sister-in-law, Francesca, had a birthday and so the family headed up to Maine to celebrate. We were only gone one night. We left early Saturday morning and returned last night. It was a fun trip. We had a picnic by the lake, went to...
For my cousin, Brandon, and his wife, Mary. I just learned that they have had a second miscarriage. They’ve only been married a couple of years and have really been hoping to start a family right away. I know this must be a very difficult time...
Adoro te Devote hits the nail on the head with this great post about the Church as Bride. Here’s a selection: The Church has always been feminine in nature; from the music, the trappings, the contemplation and mysticism, the beauty and...
Daddy has just left and Bella is crying inconsolably. So I scoop her up and head out the front door. Immediately she calms down and begins to look around her. She loves being out of doors. I put her down on the sidewalk and she stoops to investigate...
Forwarded to me by my dad, who is a secular Carmelite, from one of his sisters in Carmel: My family in Carmel, I humbly ask for prayers for my son, Justin, and daughter-in law, Cristina. They suffered a miscarriage yesterday. Cris was 10 weeks...
What is it about simply rearranging the furniture that can make a space that felt cramped, stale, unlivable suddenly feel open, alive, welcoming? After a long winter and dreary, rainy spring, the living room was feeling like a prison. First I...
I just found this poem, Interstate Highway and can’t stop reading and re-reading it. These lines especially: we not yet thinking a child though impossibly guessing her features the feathery, minutely...
