Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Confessions of a Recovering Almost-Hoarder

When my grandmother moved out of the house she had lived in for 35 years, it took the family several days to clean it...

People are people

Did anyone watch the Boston bombing news with great interest? Were you glued to updates and bulletins, carefully checking the suspects’ faces and watching...

Necessary Magic

Several years ago, when I was working on a community theatre project, I overheard two little girls having a conversation about wishes. They were...

The long distance relationship

In August of 2011, I was having a long, deep, interesting conversation—the type women often do–about my deal breakers for a dating relationship. No...

Shhh

The quiet scares me ‘cause it screams the truth. - P!nk, "Sober" It was late at night, and the rest of my family was asleep....

The Extraordinary Ordinary

Last Saturday was the feast of the Triumph of the Cross and for me, this one has always been a conundrum of a feast...

The Soul of the Internet

One of my blogging heroines often says the only thing that qualifies her to blog is that she is a housewife with a computer—meaning,...

Our imperfect family rosary

When I was growing up, my immature self believed that the family rosary was something that had to be endured. Through no fault of...

Running away

I don’t usually have much trouble figuring out things to write about. Every now and then, though, I wind up with a serious case...

Mid-Lent check-up

One of the kids in my First Communion Class asked me how many more days are left in Lent. When I answered that we...