In Awkwardness, Escape

Twenty years later, I still cringe at the memory. Oh, let’s call a spade a spade: it’s memories. I was then as I am now, a hopeless romantic. Only as a sixteen-year-old who’s lived a blessedly sheltered life, I was perhaps a little less prepared for a little thing called “reality.” (If, by “little,” you…

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Persecution Complex

I have this persecution complex. It dates back to the days when I was engaged to an atheist and I knew I had no business being so. But despite the nudges from my conscience, I couldn’t (or wouldn’t) break it off. Ever since then, any time I’ve been involved with something I love, I get…

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First Grade Sex Ed

I learned more about my son’s first grade class in ten minutes on the highway than I’ve learned all year at the dinner table. We were returning from picking up a friend for an overnight. As my crowded van sped down the highway, the boys started discussing school. “Do you remember (X) doing his freak-out…

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What Luke Skywalker Taught Me About Motherhood

It was one of those days.To wit: Michael would not consent to be laid down…all day. Imagine. Every time I tried to make lunch, use the bathroom, or aid another child in a self-care task, I had to endure heartbreaking wails. Nicholas kept whimpering pathetically, “I want you, Mommy!” (translated: I want to sit on your…

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When Prayer Feels Empty

I seem to be collecting a lot of prayer intentions lately. Not that there’s anything strange about that–it’s just that for some reason, recently they seem to be hitting a lot closer to home. In times past, I used to promise to pray and then forget all about it. (Yes, I was one of those…

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Mentor

She was young and pretty and sweet, and from the first day she stood up in front of my sixth grade class, I adored her. I was at the height of my awkward stage, my self-esteem slipping on the shifting sands of hormones and changing social requirements. I didn’t fit in with my peers, whose…

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The Importance of Saying “No” (a practices of mothering post)

Click here for Part 1 Click here for Part 2 There’s a Gospel passage in which Jesus says no man gives his child a snake when they ask for a fish. It’s built in to our love for our children, this desire to fulfill their needs…and their wants. Whatever they ask for–the newest toy or…

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When What You Need, You Can’t Have

This weekend, I read the most beautiful description of a place, a description that picked up my heart and plopped it down in the Sierra Nevada, and my whole body ached to hop a plane and follow it there. There hasn’t been much time for solitude and communing with God through creation in the last…I…

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In The Background

There are too many pictures on my computer. Digital photography has absolved us from wasted money and resources. So now we’re profligate with our picture-taking, knowing we can delete whatever isn’t worth keeping. Except we don’t. At least, I don’t. I can’t bear to part with them. For instance: Last night I set out to…

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Drive-Through Wisdom

We were gone all day yesterday, and pretty much all day Saturday. And all day Thursday. And last night, Michael developed a stubborn stuffed up nose that meant I went to bed at 11, got up at 12:20, 2:15, 4:20, 5:35, 6:20 and 7:30. My gift to myself today is scrapbooking, and a repost on…

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