As I stared at the crowds amassed around our holy family, it occurred to me that with our first child, other than the occasional comment on our parenting and her stranger glare reserved demeanor, we were pretty much left alone as parents to sink or float.
I didn’t realize I knew Amelia Bloomer even before I read about her for this post. Growing up in a cluster of all-girls, uniform-enforcing schools, I was introduced to one of her lasting gifts to the world first hand: the bloomer.
In anticipation of leaving our children for a period of four days with their stalwart grandparents, my husband and I prepared all the things: favorite […]
“Is she a girly-girl or a tomboy?” I recall staring at the woman who had just posed the question to me, and hesitating. Neither? Both? […]
At some point I was told that adults were the only ones with true wisdom and knowledge. And then I became an adult and a […]
Failing was my entrance into a holy Lent.
Our son’s gifts will bring God glory in their own ways, in their own times.