The first couple of Lents after my reversion to the Catholic faith were pretty intense. I undertook fasting diets that would have made Gandhi look like a glutton. I had prayer goals that the Seraphim wouldn’t have been able to keep up with. The pile of books I planned for my spiritual reading dwarfed the…
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 twig. I can, but I won't... ...which leads me to what's written on these here tablets."
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.
