I miss, no ache, for busyness. In busyness, we find temporary worth, and get an “importance-rush” that nails us to the hamster wheel of frenzy. […]
The idea came to me when I was gathering up the stubs of taper candles that we used for our Easter Vigil.
For the past eight weeks, my home base has been designated the Special Pathogens Unit of the hospital, which delivers vital care for hospitalized patients infected with COVID-19.
When I worked with youth, one of my favorite events was an agape meal. It started as a Seder and I eventually started calling it “What Would Jesus Eat” which I found hilarious.
If you find yourself thinking, “Wow, this Mother’s Day is absolutely perfect” you can stop reading.
You are in a season of extreme parenting. I know it’s exhausting.I see you.
Our family likes to celebrate and decorate for just about every holiday.
Just after 7:30 this morning my younger son and I trekked out to the driveway in our slippers and pajamas, a box of sidewalk paint, a roll of masking paint, and my cup of coffee our only companions.
A formerly homeschooled kid myself, I never felt the desire to homeschool my own children.
Palm Sunday will be here in just a few short days and I am not ready for it. I’m not ready for Holy Week as a priest, as a parent, or as an individual person trying to follow Christ. And yet, it’s coming.