This past Advent, I had to let go of a lot of my ideas about what Advent should be.
There are no graduation cards for mothers like me.
My younger daughter describes a freshly-cut lawn in summer.
I was going to write a post about HG Awareness Day and a 5K I’m running, but I can’t do it.
Wherein God cares for my smallest desires. Even the ones that seem inconsequential.
Love is patient, love is kind. Love is sometimes lonely and dark and scary, too.
Catholic Teen Books is a new resource that has amazing potential and already is a good resource for parents and teachers.
I’ve been preparing for this day for 18 years, and I’m not ready for it.
I could have replaced our old computer or remodeled our half-bath. But I sent my kids on retreats instead.
If someone only knew your kids from the way you talk about them, what would be their impression?