I cry everytime I take communion. Every. Single. Time. This is not true of me growing up. I was a good little Catholic school girl who grew up knowing the words to Hail Mary before I knew what the
Tolerated Education
When my oldest daughter was in second grade a student in her class pulled a knife on the teacher. I was young and scared. And that is how I reacted: scared. I pulled her from the school and enrolled her
What if your depression was a gift?
I married a teacher. I mean he wasn’t my teacher when I married him. That would be weird and illegal and make him old. I mean I happen to be married to a man who became a teacher. My brother
Why I am not celebrating Mothers Day this year.
When my oldest was six months old,we moved away from all family in the Mitten State to land locked Illinois. Three months married, moved to a residential home to care and raise High School boys. Twelve hormonal, eat all
I saw God in 4th grade- and other lies I told.
When I was in 4th grade I saw God. Well, at least that is what I told my friends. Brenda G had invited all of the important girls over for a sleepover. And by important, I mean, all the
What the Peanuts taught me about 2016.
The other night we were watching the “Peanuts” movie. Or ask my youngest son what we were watching and it may make you blush. Those silly speech issues. All seven of us were discussing who we thought each
Face pressed to the glass.
A few years ago I was in a horrible argument. I had sent a text I should have never sent. The minute I pushed send,I knew I had made a mistake. I had severed a relationship that I valued.I took
To live a life barefoot.
When I was a little girl my mom would cover our feet with bread bags before we put them into our moon boots. It was not unusual to see little legs with bread bags on them during the cold Michigan
The work of healing. What happens when you want to give up……
Earlier this week I was in full melt down mode. Like if my mom were here she would have put me in time out or sat me on the stairs for a “come to Jesus” moment. As a child I
Goldfinches and Grief.
Sometimes I think we miss God. We miss him all around us. He tries to talk to us. For us to see him. In people. In moments. I think we make our world too loud to notice him. We turn