When I was pregnant for the first time, people were quick to remind me that I needed to take care of myself. New babies were needy and it would be easy to forget that I had needs, too. This was … Continue reading
My relationship with food and exercise has been complicated, to put it mildly. They have both been so many things to me- a crutch, a punishment, a coping mechanism, a desperate attempt at control, a comfort, an obsession. In recent … Continue reading
I’ve been in the habit of going to regular confession for more than a a decade now. At different times in my life, I’ve gone every two weeks, every three weeks, once a month, and on occasion, every six weeks. … Continue reading
Love in the Little Things 