Priorities, or For the Love of Butter
First, the funny story. A friend of mine had just had a baby. The baby was fussy and spitting up a lot, and so she thought the baby might be reacting to the cows’ milk my friend was drinking. She might have to cut out dairy. She was willing quit milk, cheese, and the like, …
It’s a Good Day When…
…the old lady at the bookstore stops you to say, “My, what a big baby that is!” Yeah, this is the same baby who was so small that we couldn’t take him out of the incubator to hold him for the first week and half he was alive; the same one who was eating 10 …
May I recommend: To my daughter, who taught me not to worry about time a beautiful reflection on motherhood via The Washington Post. Have a beauty-full day! (I know it’s cheesy. I couldn’t help myself.)
Denver’s “Angel of Charity” and her Little Red Wagon
There was a great article in the Washington Post on Monday about Servant of God Julia Greeley, who died 100 years ago this week. Julia was born into slavery in Missouri, and freed by the Emancipation Proclamation. She later moved to Denver, where she worked as a housekeeper. There she became Catholic and began the …
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Close to Home
I guess that title could also refer to our renewed search for a permanent dwelling place (prayers for that, please!)… but this poem hit close to home, considering what we’ve been through during the last six months. So I thought I’d share it. Thanks to poets.org and their poem-a-day project for bringing it to my attention. …
Five months…
Jacob is five months old now! (So, like…10 weeks developmentally.) Smiles all around!
A Poem for Mother’s Day
The Lanyard – by Billy Collins “The other day I was ricocheting slowly off the blue walls of this room, moving as if underwater from typewriter to piano, from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor, when I found myself in the L section of the dictionary where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard. …
Experiencing the Mass, Old and New
We were in Houston this weekend for the memorial honoring Craig’s Uncle Wade (which was lovely), and lo and behold, there was a Syro-Malabar rite Catholic Church about three miles from our hotel. We had visited the Hindu temple and gone out for Indian food the day before, so we decided to make it a …
A bookworm is born
The book, by the way, is Who’s on First.