This weekend the baby birds are turning 1 year old. It’s impossible and wonderful.

There’s no grief we can bring to our Blessed Mother that she doesn’t understand.

There are three kinds of people in the world: people who love rutabaga, people who love giving rutabaga as gifts, and people who can’t believe I would write so many words about rutabaga.

God sees us looking for things. Then he slips exactly what we’ve been searching for into our lives when we don’t expect it.

That’s love – wanting to be with those who matter to you and being open to whatever comes along the way.

~1~ After a mad scramble to get everything together for school, our boys started sixth and eighth grades in person on Monday! They are having a great time. As I knew it would be, it’s much less stressful to me now that it’s happening. On the morning of the first day, I blessed them with […]

We traveled earlier in the week, and I came back to feeling completely unprepared for the school year that starts on Monday.

The stars aligned just right, and the morning of move-in, we waved goodbye to the farewell committee and headed north.

Ten years ago today, my husband and I met our younger son for the first time.

I love that the members of my prayer group don’t really offer advice. They simply listen and support and share.