Jesus made it. My kids do it. I drink it. In vino veritas.
It was a spectacularly beautiful sunny June day. I was sitting in a park in Tiburon across the bay from San Francisco looking across the water to the city. Alcatraz was in the foreground, and the bay was peppered with sailboats. The fog blanket was moving in over the Golden Gate Bridge on it’s way…
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It seems that one can never fully plumb the depths of inspiration provided by marriage and motherhood, and yet with all the fodder they provide, there is the fear as a writer of becoming stale. That’s my super fancy way of saying I began February with writers block. Then I got hit with food poisoning…
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When I first saw the phrase “toxic masculinity”, I was struck that a phrase so ridiculously oxymoronic would not be universally panned as soon as it made headlines. And then once I remembered the times we live in, I suppose I should only be surprised we did not arrive here sooner. The only thing toxic…
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As the nation’s capital is flooded with hundreds of thousands from all over the country to march and proclaim the value of life, I am settled at home with my two little ones, able to reflect very tangibly on the wonder and beauty of life. Motherhood allowed me to experience being pro-life in a much…
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I am quite possibly the one mommy-blog you’ll read that will not be an epic recap of how crazy the holidays were, complete with Instagram-worthy shots of fabulous meals and beautiful decor (instead, you’re in for appropriately placed gifs). There were some pretty fabulous meals, but the decor is slightly less than fabulous due to…
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Living your vocation means living the life that God had planned for you, and over the course of your life, that could be any number of things. Vocations (vocare: Latin, to call) can exist for a season or for your whole life. What we find in these callings should be the tangible reality of the…
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I feel like I wrote my previous post a little too soon. I now get the “how old is she? how old is he?” followed by look of horror when they find out how close my kids are at least once every time we encounter other humans. Seriously, I should just structure my retirement plan…
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When you have two kids 16 months apart in age, you basically wear a sign that dares all mouthy passersby: “Go ahead. Make my day.” The current favorite line among those who take the dare? “Your hands must be full!” Well, yes, duh. I adore Jim Gaffigan for observing: “It’s not like you would point…
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