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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.

It wasn’t a royal wedding. We didn’t have a horse and carriage and the queen didn’t have to approve my gown. But I can still remember many details of the day.

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.

This weekend our younger son made his First Holy Communion.

I’m carrying grocery bags from the car to the kitchen when I hear our second grader yelling.“Mom! Mom! Can you roll this baseball to me?” Before I can respond, he turns and looks at me. “Oh, forget it,” he says. “Your hands are full.” Then he runs to the door and holds it open. I […]

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

Let’s wrap up National Poetry Month with 7 Quick Takes in rhyme!

Kate, you may think you have this parenting thing down by now, but you are in for a treat. Because now you and Prince William are parents to a third child.