I’m Learning To Be Both Mary and Martha
Here we are again—another familiar season in the church calendar, another return to the words that have shaped so many…
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Here we are again—another familiar season in the church calendar, another return to the words that have shaped so many…
Continue ReadingGrowing up, I was a reluctant Catholic. My mother would drag us to church, and I'd go through the motions—fingers…
Continue ReadingBy the end of the day, I’ve been stretched in a dozen different directions. I’ve been the teacher, the referee,…
Continue ReadingTrigger warning: This post discusses the death of a child. God, did you see me? There in the family waiting…
Continue ReadingA little over a year ago, four girls at Pepperdine—no, four beautiful friends—passed away tragically in a car accident. I…
Continue ReadingA few summers ago, my husband and I took our three teenage boys to the movies. We settled into our…
Continue ReadingThe laundry isn’t folded. The dishes aren’t washed. There are remnants of blueberry yogurt scattered from breakfast, and now there…
Continue ReadingAfter whirling down the basement steps on tiptoe, I opened the washer’s lid to shift the clean clothes to the…
Continue ReadingI teeter on the edge of the abyss. This isn’t unfamiliar territory. I’ve been here before. On the precipice of…
Continue ReadingAfter my mom had a stroke, she could not speak and could barely move the right side of her body.…
Continue ReadingIf you grew up in the Church in the late 1980s to the early 2000s and you're a woman, this…
Continue ReadingI recently read the testimony of one of my children, and it rocked my world. Not only because of the…
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