When my baby looks at me with a look of absolute love and adoration it can, at times, make me a little uncomfortable. I say to her, “Now calm down there little baby. You haven’t really gotten to know me. I am far from perfect and have many, many, many faults.” She ignores me and…
Advent never goes as planned for us. Never. Not a single Advent. Not a one since we’ve started celebrating Advent. That doesn’t stop me from planning again each year. Maybe there’s something about Christmas Carols, Christmas decor everywhere and the air almost electric with Christmas cheer that wipes the memory clean from all that occurred…
One of #3's assignments last week was to illustrate the poem he'd memorized called 'The Owl and the Pussycat'. It was a love story that started with a courtship in a little pea-green boat and ended in marriage. It appears #3 got something entirely different out of this poem.
Following the birth of my most recent baby, I wouldn’t stop bleeding. Anxious medical personnel weighed Chux pads and injected me with various medicines to stop the hemorrhaging, but to no avail. The blood kept flowing. The doctor found some placental pieces left behind and worked quickly to remove any others, but the bleeding still…
While pregnant, I started a book by Saint Theresa of Avila on contemplative prayer called The Way of Perfection. It was a book I’d bought years ago but hadn’t finished because I’ve had oatmeal-brain for the better part of a decade. It is a little known fact that it is difficult to read and understand…
