Praying Like I Mean It


I don’t remember when I became such a fan of bearded men, but I think it has something to do with the young man I married nearly a decade ago. His beard reminds me of Kenny Rogers’s beard, but that’s not why I like it. For me, his beard represents all his hard work. Somehow, […]

Making Disciples: Easier Said than Done


This summer, I’ve had discipleship on my mind. And I know just who to blame. First, I blame my colleagues at, because I’ve been part of the Lawn Chair Catechism study this summer, and as a result, I’ve been reading Sherry Weddell’s Forming Intentional Disciples (Our Sunday Visitor, 2012) very carefully and writing about […]

Finding Myself in His Sacred Heart


A Mary Moment Monday post When the boyfriend who would become my husband told me he couldn’t go on a hiking date because he had to go to Mass, he pretty much guaranteed I’d be going with him sometime soon. I mean, how could he put me off for church? How could he resist the chance […]

Trusting God with My Dirt


Spring is well underway–with all its gusty unpredictability, and I’m left with a lot of mud on my hands. It’s on our shoes, in the yard, and seemingly on flat surface of my home on some days. I can’t help but be grateful on so many levels. Mud means spring, and spring means many of my […]

I *LOVE* Catholic guilt. Here’s why.

catholic guilt

Remember how I shared a quote on guilt a week or so ago from my Lenten reading? Well, here’s the full column it inspired from me… * Why I’m Glad for My Catholic Guilt Every time I hear someone complain about “Catholic guilt,” I want to throw something. I stumble and stutter, trying to explain […]

Accepting the Grace of Confession

accepting grace of confession

Why, oh why, do I procrastinate on the most important things, things like confession? It’s not like I don’t know better. I once took my spiritual director’s advice and went through a stretch of going to confession once a month. I remember how, though life wasn’t any easier, it was more intentional in many ways. My […]

Born on Mary’s Feast


A Mary Moment Monday post It was cold and clear.  I was pregnant-to-bursting, wearing a shiny red shirt that looked festive but wasn’t warm. Our parish was having a rare midnight Mass in honor of the January 1 feast of Mary, Mother of God, and I wasn’t missing it.  My husband, perhaps knowing better than […]

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