The Altar of Her Life
Most new babies come into the world cloaked in celebration and the chattering of new life. What my faith and experience has taught me, though, is where there is something new being born, something old is dying. After spending a couple of weeks with my new-mama sister I was reminded of the sacrificial face of…
She who never stopped talking; she who whipped me with her uniform knee socks; she who can still push my buttons like a master engineer and make me laugh until I pee… my sister became a mother today. I anticipated this event long before I even knew she was pregnant, but I love how the…
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…
In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?” The other replied, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.” “Nonsense” said the first. “There is no life after delivery. What…
My third baby is now crawling. As a mother of two who have already crossed the threshold into this perilous stage I did not wish for or encourage it, but through it Amos sailed… and then immediately and repeatedly face planted on the other side. Even though mobility means more tears and bruises for him…