We had a Halloween party at work this week, which felt like another victory over the pandemic. Office parties were one of the things I really missed while working from home.

As we were sitting on the floor on Halloween night swapping Milky Ways for Milk Duds, there would be a knock at the door, and the Bean Bear would walk in.

Even when I think I’m lacking something, I have exactly what I need.

Soap can be scary, fun, or both.

Nieces are phenomenal, and seventh birthdays are so special.

You’re never too old to dress up for Halloween, and you’re never too old to consider how God might be asking you to change.

Halloween is creeping closer, and I find myself realizing that our trick-or-treating days are over.

Each year, the anniversary of my brother-in-law Eric’s death hits me a little differently.

~1~ Lately, I have been trying to think of small things that I can do for myself. I don’t mean that I try to be self-centered or treat myself to jewelry and boxes of chocolates. I mean that I am trying to carve out time for things that feed my spirit such as daily Mass […]

I could only think of one solution. I asked my father whether he would be willing to build a stand for the cages.