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I sit in the chapel and come undone, my small form huddled before the God of the Universe. I’m physically exhausted from chronic illness attacks. I’m cradling deep wounds, fighting to recall my true worth after time spent with seemingly…
We all have children in our lives in some capacity. We are moms, aunts, big sisters, teachers, godmothers, parish volunteers, and foster parents. In our work with children—whatever that looks like—most of us are highly concerned with their physical, emotional,…
The Resurrection is here, sisters. The long-awaited light. Is it illuminating your world today? Or does jubilation feel like a spiritual mismatch as you continue to fight some darkness? Here’s the thing about resurrection: it’s easy to cradle its hope…
As we savor the last morsels of Mardi Gras and lean into Ash Wednesday tomorrow, we probably have our Lenten goals set. But goals can be tricky. It’s easy to treat Lent like a 40-day self-improvement course or round two…
In today’s culture, we are bombarded with messages that faithfulness can mean an absence of suffering. They tell us that if we pray hard enough and follow the rules well enough, we can escape hardship. They hint that the reward…
Does today’s Gospel overwhelm you? It has long intimidated me. But today as Jesus addresses His questioning disciples, I imagine something new: a path lined with His children, faces upturned as He stops in front of each one, cradling a…
Christmas is coming . . . what do you have your heart set on receiving this year? A shiny new something? Quality time with loved ones that’s somehow stress-free? Health and good fortune? What if you had to choose between that…
The doorbell rang and I froze, dust rag in hand. Piles of laundry were still scattered across the couch, toys and crumbs littered the floor, precariously-stacked dishes adorned the counters. My eyes darted frantically from the clock to my surroundings….
When it comes to planning an event, conference, or parish night for Catholic women, there are so many details to handle and decisions to make. At the top of that last is the question of finding an engaging speaker(s). You…
It was the longest five minutes ever. I paced the hall, nearly wearing a hole in the carpet. My stomach turned; whether from nerves or something more, I’d soon find out. Finally, a shrill ringing filled the silence. The timer…
I didn’t want to be seen. My wet hair hung bedraggled around my makeup-less face—sporting a fresh crop of glaring blemishes—and my dark circles could have passed for a set of black eyes. I’ll just duck my head, I thought…
I was the new kid in town, with three kids of my own and no clue how to do this at-home-mom thing after working full-time for so long. Unlike third grade, when a smiling girl at my new school approached…
