“Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses.”~C.S. Lewis I prefer to live like this isn't true. Because if I live as if this is true, then it means that I actually have to take the commandment "Love your neighbor as yourself" seriously. It ... Read More about Interrupted: The book
Prayer from and for the broken hearted
"The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens." ~William Shakespeare My husband stood at the front of the sanctuary, in no way prepared for the queue of people five and ten deep. Three ... Read More about Prayer from and for the broken hearted
On finishing the race
I signed up for the race because I need the goal of a finish line for motivation to run. I need to pay some money, put my name on a list, and make a promise I plan to keep at 6:45 every weekday morning. It was my first relay race, the first race in which I promised someone other than myself that I ... Read More about On finishing the race
Surrender
We sat in the waiting room surrounded by other kids and their parents, all wearing the same look of apprehension. We waited for someone, anyone, to step out from behind the sealed door, call our kid's name, and usher us back into the inner sanctum of the surgeon's offices. From the waiting area, I ... Read More about Surrender
Community and finding your place in it
It's gone a bit quiet on the East coast front. The kids spent the last week in summer camp, and I spent it sitting around with a book in one hand and the best conversationalist in the world holding the other. I finished a book and started a second, and for the most part I ignored the internet, with ... Read More about Community and finding your place in it
Historians
The house is quiet. I woke up and lay in bed alone for an hour thinking my thoughts. When I have time and silence, it's always a surprise what shows up. Memories scramble out from the dusty attic of my middle-aged brain, memories I haven't thought about in a long time--the day my twenty-one year old ... Read More about Historians
