Family and the Gift of Self
My parents are making their way to the airport. The “Cajun Mafia” invaded Denver for a few days to “grandparent” and celebrate 35 years of marriage. Thirty-five years is proof...
A Perfect Paradox
Family can be a perfect paradox. We toil endlessly for the benefit of our family. Yet, we so often convince ourselves that the individuals with whom we share our lives...
The Universal Plea of a Parent
After years of downtown driving I have come to the conclusion that no one is comfortable with street corner encounters, usually involving a hand-scribbled note on a cardboard square. I...
Family: Again and Again
Again and again. Family – that messy, intimate, painful, glorious creation. It’s the place where the Divine takes ingredients from two separate families, blends them together, and observes the results....
Quiet Witness in our Homes and Communities
Let's revisit St. Therese today -- such a powerful patron is worth a few posts! Elizabeth Foss shared this post on her blog about the Little Way in the face...
To My Daughter Trying to Find Peace
To my daughter trying to find peace, My love, you must bloom where you are planted. St. Therese of Lisieux once said that if every tiny flower wanted to be...
Why I Said YES to Having Kids Right Away
When we first got married (3 years ago this past August), my husband, Matt, and I had been instructed in depth how to chart my fertility cycles and were prepared...
My Domestic Mission
I am a missionary. Yet, I have never been on a mission. I live out my mission each day in my home. Missionary work calls us to give of ourselves...
I Chose Life. And His Name is Lexington Anthony.
At 23, I was bartending, serving at my favorite restaurant, working two other jobs and finishing up college. At 23 I was going going going all the time- and it...
#BISsisterhood Link-Up // FAMILY
Today we are talking about FAMILY. February is the month in which the Church commemorates the Holy Family. As we close out this month, let's chat a bit about family...
When Pavement Ends
This sign sits in our front yard. Since it’s covered from view by a line of trees, I rarely glimpse it from the house. But whenever the boys want to...
