Preparing our household for Allhallowtide
When suffering and grief inevitably find them, I want my children to be able to access the rituals of Allhallowtide
When suffering and grief inevitably find them, I want my children to be able to access the rituals of Allhallowtide
In the early months of the pandemic, locked down with my young children in a too small city row house with no real backyard to speak of, I found myself losing my patience, something already in short supply, much like milk, diapers, and grocery delivery slots.
What I remember most about learning my catechism as a child is memorizing facts about why God loved me.
The Feast of Pentecost is loaded with profound and fantastical readings of scripture.
When I was a little girl, the closet in my bedroom had a back door. You pushed through clothes, unlatched a hook, and behind the door was a dark tunnel: a slanted crawl space that ran the length of the house.
What is your favorite day in the Church Year? Christmas? Easter? Pentecost? All Saints?
Does anyone ever answer with Ascension Day?
This Easter I am practicing resurrection. I am practicing hope. I am practicing knowing that no matter how bad it gets there is redemption, even after death.
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
Sandwiched between its higher status siblings Christmas and Lent, Epiphany sometimes feels like the middle child of liturgical seasons.
When I think of The Feast of the Presentation of our Lord, I can’t help recalling the offertories I have witnessed in Haiti.