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Accused of Being a ‘Becky’ While Minding My Own Business
I pass by the local middle school on my run route every morning. Yesterday, I ran by as they were doing...
22 April 2023
Children are naturally curious creatures and with so many under one roof coupled with the fact that we homeschool, we...
Away Goes Sally
by Elizabeth Coatsworth Sally is a young...
In which I comment on a Magnificat cover
I love this painting of Moses! He looks so based! "Yes I am a man wearing both pink and lavender. Say something. I dare you. I can snap you like a...
Don’t Look at Me, Little Baby!
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...
This Year, It’s Going to Be a Good Advent
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...
A Second Grade Interpretation
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...
I Asked for This
Following the birth of my most recent baby, I wouldn’t stop bleeding. Anxious medical personnel weighed Chux pads and injected me with various...
The Way of Perfection via Postpartum Motherhood
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...
High Society Haunted House
“I love autumn dahling,” Nancy said from the back seat of their chauffeur driven Lincoln. “It’s perfect weather for pairing my leopard print...
Probably How Not to Query a Literary Agent
I wrote a book last summer. I experienced the very rare phenomenon of having all of the stars perfectly align in my life so that I could sit and...
What Virtue Would I Be Known For? A Dialogue Between Husband and Wife
One evening, I sat down across from my husband at the dining room table with a yellow pad and pen. He politely marked his place and put his book...