Dom wanted to get an early start to the day. He went out and got gasoline for the lawnmower while the girls and I were still eating breakfast. When he came back and started moving all the toys and furniture out of the way in the backyard, I knew...
Thanks as always to our lovely hostess, Jennifer of Conversion Diary. Click here for more Quick Takes. —1— Have I mentioned that I hate the smell of lilies? I’m not sure why but I do. I think they are just lovely to look at but to...
“Look Pooh!” said Piglet suddenly. “There’s something in one of the Pine Trees.” “So there is!” said Pooh, looking up wonderingly. “There’s an Animal.” Piglet took Pooh’s arm, in case...
Since the center of the person of Jesus is prayer, it is essential to participate in his prayer if we are to know and understand him. . . . Therefore a participation in the mind of Jesus, i.e. in his prayer, which … is an act of love, of self...
Back in January I read a great blog entry at Thinking of Things Aloft, a blog by a sophomore at Franciscan University, about Proverbs 31 that helped me find some useful perspective on a Biblical passage that I’ve always found poetically...
The sun, the ride in the open air, the California breeze after a cloistered Minnesota fall had put me into a reckless mood for my live interview on Pacifica radio. “Do you consider yourself a Christian?” my host asked. I sighed and said...
One of the books Bella found in my OB’s waiting room that she insisted I read to her was one of those overly-didactic lessons on disobedience. A litlte girl sneaks cookies from the jar and is reprimanded by her father for ruining her dinner...
More April showers today. Just as well we spent the morning on an odyssey to my OB’s office. I had to get blood drawn for the glucose screening and get a rhogam injection. Not an appointment, just a drop byand we’ll get it done sort of...
On Saturday Dom hung up our new flag. I keep catching glimpses of it out of the corner of my eye as it flutters in the front window. I keep thinking it’s someone out there. I do love the bold bright look of it waving in the breeze, though...
Being a lector is a unique experience; it feels nothing like reading poems, my own or anyone else’s, to an audience. And it’s certainly not a performance; no emoting, or the monks would have my hide. The Liturgy of the Word is prayer...
