Last week my kids were at their father's, so it was just me. I had read a couple books just for fun, but I felt like I needed something more to do with my time that was relaxing…

I stood up for what was right. But it didn’t feel so good…

It was with a mixture of both pride and dismay that I surveyed the entire back area of our Ford Escape. The second-row seats had been folded flat so all that space was filled with, for lack of a better term, cargo. Great job of packing, but will I never learn to travel light?…

I remember how my parents told me that no matter what happened in life they would be there for me. They would help me, guide me, pick me up, scold me, whatever needed to be done because they loved me, and they did…

My husband told me that when he asked my dad for my hand in marriage over 20 years ago, my dad’s initial response was, “Well, you have to learn to compromise”…

Way back in 1999, I attended my first of what turned out to be many Watch Retreat Weekends…

As I was preparing for this week's writing, I was reading about this Sunday being the Holy Trinity. I began thinking about God's role in my life and how the Holy Spirit has worked in me even when I didn't see it or wasn't aware of it…

She was easily the best backwards walker I have seen. I barely noticed her checking behind for obstacles or potential interference…

Even when I don’t verbalize it, I find myself thinking, “Where did this month go?” For most of us, I’m quite sure the month of May falls into its own unique, days-passing-at-warp-speed category…

Well, I am now the proud parent of a high school graduate. I have to say I wasn't sure how I felt about it until this week…

It was 3:38pm on Wednesday, and it hit me that my daughter had an orthodontist appointment that day…at 3:30pm. We were on the wrong side of town, too late and too far away to make it to the appointment. I was so mad at myself…

I remember feeling incredulous when my dad commented to me, “You can choose to love anyone.” This came about when I was about 15 or 16 years old and experiencing the ups and downs of my first semi-serious relationship with a boy…

My 7th graders started reading the novel, Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbitt, recently. A hard working, fun loving family comes upon a spring in a patch of woods…

A coworker of mine and I were talking before the All School Mass this week. I mentioned something to her about corny Catholic jokes because I had just asked someone, “How was your Easter?” And the joke should have been on me, “What do you mean? Easter isn’t over. We are still celebrating!…”

Does this sound like a familiar scenario to many of you? I began by asking God to give me not only the opportunity, but also the right words. Then I prayed for wisdom and discernment and courage…

Father Adam asked the kids at the school mass on Thursday how many of them had ever read or watched the story/movie, "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day." A few adults and a small sprinkling of kids had read it…

My family enjoys scaring me.

I told them that I read an article about how frightening someone can take a year off their life for each occurrence. (So at this point, I am convinced that I have lived WELL past my life expectancy in years). That hasn't helped…

It became a family mantra of sorts. I grew up hearing it and, in turn, my husband and I preached it to our kids…don’t leave the car empty-handed! The list of items to be toted included everything from backpacks to groceries, suitcases to toys and everything else in between…

I have a very limited knowledge of farming; however, I have many friends that live on farms, work on farms, are married to farmers of all shapes and sizes. I never really considered myself much of a farmer…until the last couple of years…

About ten years ago was our first Spring of baseball games out at a place called the Rec Plex. I remember a particular evening early in that first season…