The Altar of Her Life
I have never been hospitalized as a sick person until now; only well with babe in arm, grateful for food prepared and luminous face to behold. But being poked and prodded and asked for bowel history feels different without a wriggling byproduct to render it all worthwhile I like to believe circumstances, even unpleasant ones,…
My writing seems to color the world deeper shades of interesting when I’m feeling life’s bitter sweetness. Today, I’m happy. Not just content, but pop out of your skin happy. And everything I try to write reads pink… cotton candy, artificial sweetener pink. Ick! So, you’ll have to suffer through with me until some rain…
I have always been quietly confident; blessed to be born into a family and in a time and place where women were encouraged to be whatever they wanted to be in the world. So when I was ordained a Catholic priest in 2007 there wasn’t a lot of shock in it, just another step for…
This week’s RevGalBlogPal’s Friday Five speaks to my Catholic core, but, as you’ll read, “saints” is a broader category for me today than it once was. Do you have a “favorite” saint? Tell us about him or her! I don’t have a favorite, but St. Brigid enters my prayer more often than others. I took…
Paint Our Church Purple: Celebrating the spiritual strength of women of faith March 8, 2015 1-3 pm Peace United Church of Christ 204 E. Lockwood Ave. Webster Groves, MO 63119 Get information and RSVP at our event page on facebook. This post is to share my growing enthusiasm for this weekend’s event to celebrate the UN’s…
Originally posted on Talk Birth: I shared these on my Facebook page recently too and as long as I was updating my birth quotes, I thought I’d post the poems as well. They could be good for a mother blessing or blessingway ceremony or just to print up for a mother preparing to give birth,…
It’s the time when the tendrils of the day are reeled in, when little bodies look for warm holes in which to burrow, and the sound of quiet replaces the din of chatter. That’s how I used to imagine bedtime with children. And sometimes, on a rare sleepy night, we come close. But often, especially…