As I sat looking fixedly at my spring and summer calendar, I felt the perennial question that torments parents surfacing in my mind, “Is it enough?” . . . . The reality is that this intangible standard of enough cannot... Continue Reading →
Waiting is hard. Waiting for pain that you know is coming is the sweat of the Agony of the Garden. Waiting for a joy that you hope for is the extended, held breath of Holy Saturday. Right now, I’m waiting... Continue Reading →
Last year when my son received the sacrament of confession for the first time, my husband and I heard other parents talking about their plans to “make it special” with a dinner out, dessert or a gift. My first thought... Continue Reading →