This Advent, This Love
In keeping with a resounding theme, Advent, this year, has truly served as a time to reflect on love
In keeping with a resounding theme, Advent, this year, has truly served as a time to reflect on love
When suffering and grief inevitably find them, I want my children to be able to access the rituals of Allhallowtide
The pandemic threw us all out of our routines. Try though we may, our family has struggled to re-establish the weekly patterns we held dear before masks, social distancing, and home antigen tests became part of our daily lives
Since the horrific day in Uvalde, Texas on May 24, life has seemed harder. I have had quite the struggle leaning into my faith — not to understand what took place, but to gain a hold of the hope that typically defines my heart.
There are seasons of parenting which also feel long and green, when the days and moments blend together in one continuous stream. During one such season for me, when I was a stay-at-home parent, I found help in a prayer practice made for ordinary days: the Ignatian Examen.
It’s 9 pm on a Tuesday evening, and my 9 and 11 year old boys have just finished their second full day of Camp Mama.
Florence both challenges and inspires me. This week I’m reflecting specifically on what her life means for me when it comes to raising my own children.
When we got home, he downloaded Minecraft on my iPad, and I don’t mind confessing that for the next three straight hours, I engaged in what can only be described as “Ignatian Meditation, Version 2022.”
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.