At the beginning of the summer, I came down...

At the beginning of the summer, I came down...
Sometimes I am sad because I am not a great evangelist or because I am not a great theologian or orator. I would love...
A water main broke on our block one pretty Sunday afternoon. I remember it was a lovely day because I was...
My husband has a good job. Well, good in the sense that it pays quite a bit of money. But, as sometimes happens with more money, there is more sacrifice. He has to work long hours and the work is difficult and the environment is pretty uncomfortable. We didn’t...
“How do you do it?” Is a question I am often asked. Usually they’re referring to my complete inability to frost a cake. But occasionally, they’re wondering how I keep up with my various projects while having a bunch of kids running wild through my house at all...
I dove right in to my new icon books (Christmas presents from the hubster). They were filled with very cool information. For instance, I did not know that before most people became literate, icons played a large part in helping to catechize them....
Dina and I were in the same mother’s group and Dina was hosting a get-together at her house. It was a beautiful house, tastefully decorated. I felt like I was walking around on a photo shoot for something like Better Homes and Gardens for this was certainly one of...
Growing up in the house of Catholics that had left the church, there were only a few items that harkened back to the faith of my parent’s youth. There was a crucifix and a matching pair of pictures of the Sacred Heart and Immaculate Heart. For a time, there was a...
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