Today, after Mass, we all headed off to the Boston Women’s Conference. Both yesterday and today Dom needed to attend the Men’s and Women’s Conferences as a part of a project for work. I thought it would be fun to accompany him and...
Working with children on the writing of poetry has led me to ponder the ways that most of us become exiled from the certainties of childhood; how it is that the things we most treasure when we’re young are exactly those things we come to spurn...
I had plans for today. Big plans. Lots of laundry, clothes sorting and changing out the girls’ clothes for new sizes and seasons, kitchen cleaning (including floor scrubbing), sewing, blog posts that have been languishing. But it became very...
—1— The other day I saw a cardinal out in the backyard and commented on it. Dom responded, as he always does, with an impression of Cardinal Sean. A few minutes later I picked up the binoculars to look at another bird, a titmouse, which...
Jesus Christ is Risen! Alleluia!!! As expected, we missed all the Triduum services. No Easter vigil for me, even though it’s my absolute favorite event of the entire year. Instead last night I watched the Passion after the girls were in bed...
On Saturday morning Isabella and I dyed eggs for the first time. Last year I’d just had Sophie and was still recovering from the surgery so she dyed them with my mom. Dom, Theresa, and I all bought Easter candy. The girls’ baskets were...
“Be lifted up, O ancient doors!”—these words of the psalm are not only liturgical symbolism, the gate of liturgy of a long-past age. They are the cry of a man in a world that is far too narrow, even if he can travel in spaceships...
Today was grocery day. Two little girls who couldn’t wait to get out of the house. Oh I piled the cart with too much food yet again. Everything looked so good. When we came home I let Bella play and Sophie crawl about in the front yard (she...
Sophie is becoming quite the strong willed child and quite good at communicating her desires. Today, several times, she let it be known that she wanted OUT. It reminds me of how Bella used to run to the back door chanting, “Go, go!”...
The Easter Story by Brian Wildsmith tells the story of the passion and resurrection from the point of view of the donkey that carried Christ on his back. “The little donkey had never been ridden before, but Jesus spoke gently to him, and soon...
