Breakfast has been eaten. The dishes have been washed and set out to dry. Your kids are both quietly playing in the living room. And there is a load of laundry sitting on the couch just waiting to be folded. … Continue reading
I thought I was OK with mental illness and the need for therapy. I’ve been open about my own struggles with an eating disorder and postpartum anxiety. I’ve encouraged other women to seek counseling, and I openly acknowledged the fact … Continue reading
On a warm summer night last year, our lives were changed for the foreseeable future. We tucked our son into bed just as we had done countless times before. But this night was different than most. I usually love bedtime. … Continue reading
Raising a daughter is all about balancing conflicting statements. We want them to be strong, but not domineering. We encourage them to be assertive, but not bossy. Be independent, but willing to rely on others. We teach them to be … Continue reading
I have always been enamored by St. Augustine’s writings. I’ve read his Confessions multiple times, as well as many of his other works. “Rejoice in the Lord, “ a 30-day reflection booklet based on the writings of St. Augustine, was … Continue reading
My son has a children’s Bible we read on a semi-daily basis. It’s one of those books filled with common Bible stories accompanied by illustrations. My son loves it, and I love sharing my faith with him. Becoming a mother … Continue reading
My husband and I have big plans for our house. He dreams of a new water softening system, a deck that spans the length of our house, and a motorized garage door. I want a double-wide sink, an electric stove … Continue reading
I’ve always been a bit of a perfectionist. I was a straight-A student, and I cried the first time I got a B+ in a class. My notebooks and folders were all pristine, my locker always perfectly organized, my bedroom … Continue reading
I was flying down the highway as quickly as I could safely do it, desperate to get you home. You were crying hysterically in the backseat, dry-heaving into a bucket in your lap. Every time I heard you wretch, my … Continue reading
Love in the Little Things 