Lookin’ for Love…

I thought it strikingly ridiculous, during my morning "scroll" the other day, when I came across two hundred pictures of an acquaintances’ acquaintance and...

Anything Is Possible

One day years ago, while channel surfing, I came across a news story about a woman who became a man, and had decided to...

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...

Fake it till you make it.

Discouragement has to be one of the most debilitating feelings. It's not so much depressing as it is zapping of any kind of energy...

Life, death, and lousy campgrounds

In the time that my family has been on the road, our journey has been predominantly dictated by where we my parents have to...

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,...

A child’s song of praise

If it's Tuesday evening, then my ten-year-old daughter has choir practice. She's one of a few dedicated children at our parish who lend their...

Love, and do what you will

I've been reading the Myers-Briggs personality profiles, assessing my personality, hoping that somewhere in the pages and pages of internet sources I will find the...

Symptoms of disunity

About five years ago, my dad began working for a company that repairs railroad tracks. His job requires him to be away from home...

Authenticity

Did you hear the one about the woman who became a man but then gave birth to three kids and now wants a divorce?...