While I’m grateful for my kids’ spiritual maturation, I long for the tactical faith-at-home rituals of their younger years.
Our food is a constant reminder of both the goodness and the brokenness of God’s creation.
I find it fitting that the church calendar celebrates the Feast of Saint James in July, as every person in my Facebook feed seems to be spending this month on pilgrimage along the Camino de Santiago.
Mom, I thought Jesus had white skin?
My children’s bookshelves are lined with thick books about inspiring people.
As we enter into our third Lent of the pandemic, I’m grateful for the muscle memory and predictable patterns I have created for this season. T
It only took 40 years, but I finally realized that Valentine’s Day offers the opportunity to reflect on my love for the people nearest and dearest to me.
Yesterday’s Feast of the Epiphany marked the return of The Good Book Club.
For the first time in my adult life, I’m nervous about Advent.
The annual elementary school Thanksgiving feast is such prominent event from my childhood, and one I’m incredibly grateful that my own children have never experienced.