How Mary’s My Refuge

Mary as My Refuge

Sometimes my refuges were hiding places — from the weight of my problems, from the stress of my life, from the things I didn’t understand.  Sometimes my refuges were places of comfort, places I went to let my hair down and be me, though I was often trying to figure out just who, exactly, “me” […]

Our Tainted Nature’s Solitary Boast: Father Barron on Mary

"The Annunciation" by Fra Angelico

Someday, I expect my relationship with the Blessed Virgin will make more sense to me than it does now. I think of her every day. I catch myself muttering to her. I’m caught unaware by her image all. the. time. And yet… And yet, it still seems strange to me. It’s not unusual that Mary […]

Hands and Mary

The Promise of Mary Star of the Sea

When my first child was a wee little thing, grasping at other people’s fingers, I took quite a few pictures of her hands. So maybe I’ve been intrigued by hands at some level for many years. There’s no doubt that my interest in Mary combined with my interest in hands for my latest piece at […]

The Many Faces of Mary

Lithuanian Madonna

I can’t ever forget March 16. It’s not my day; it’s not my pain. And yet, in many ways, it is. March 16 marks an anniversary that I still can’t talk about (and I haven’t written about in a while). It’s the day Logan was born. And the day he entered heaven. I was feeling […]

Spending Lent with Mary

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A few years ago, my Lent began in an unfamiliar house, face-to-face with a woman who was living my nightmare. On Epiphany that year, my sister-in-law faced a horror I still can’t imagine, one that topped her list of sorrows and that changed my prayer life forever. When her husband, my brother-in-law, died suddenly and […]

Holding Mary’s Hand

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One of my favorite pictures from my wedding is of my husband and I holding hands. The picture is a close-up of our hands, and in black-and-white, it seems to boil down to the essence of what marriage means to me. It’s a gripping, a clinging, a voluntary holding and clasping. There’s a story in people’s […]

Camp Songs and Mary and Joy

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I’m transported back to a time full of cafeteria food and camp songs.  It’s a rowdy group of kids, led by a song leader, singing about joy down in their hearts.  The air’s full of summertime: a week of swimming, crafts, canoeing, exploring, singing. I grew up the daughter of a camp manager.  For me, […]

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