Rita Buettner

Spring has sprung! Or maybe we’re headed straight into summer! But I am so happy to see sunshine and hear birds singing. It’s also been an incredibly moist spring. As I was walking to a meeting at work the other day, I noticed we were growing a beautiful crop of mushrooms on campus.

The morning of St. Rita’s feast day I said a prayer to my patron saint, who also happens to be the patron saint of hopeless cases. It’s not the first time she’s heard from me, and it won’t be the last.

When I first met him, he was wearing overalls and a tattered white shirt and a smile that lit up his whole face.

The other night we thought our little league game might be rained out, but we managed to get a few innings in before the coaches called it a night. The sky was getting really dark when our 8-year-old stepped onto the mound to start pitching.

It was Teachers Appreciation Week this week, and I’m not sure I’ve ever sent more than a note to a teacher before.

Last weekend my uncle gave us two tickets to the Orioles game, so Daniel and I jumped at the chance to go.

On nights when my husband is working late, our boys and I often eat slops.