Last month, my family and I made a trip out west—part for business and part to visit my husband’s family. We flew into Phoenix, drove to Tucson for the diocesan conference there, drove back to Phoenix (Chandler, really) for our nephew’s Baptism at St. Andrew’s, drove to LA for the Los Angeles...
This past weekend, I attended an 80th birthday party on Saturday and a memorial service on Sunday. I suppose I could use these two events to muse about the cycle of life, but I’ve actually been thinking of it in a different way.
Both parties were celebrations of life. The first was a celebration of the...
As I was getting my son, Matthew, ready for PSR Sunday morning, we were arguing about what pants he was going to wear. Our normal routine was to attend Mass as a family after PSR class. In our family, we do not wear jeans to church, so Sunday morning usually means nice pants and a shirt. I had put out jeans...
Seven weeks into the changes in the Mass, I still find myself struggling. I’ve moved beyond my initial dislike of the changes. I feel like I understand (at least most of) the reasons for the changes. But, I still find myself struggling.
What I thought would be the easiest changes—freestanding responses...
One of my least favorite things to do at Christmas is to put the lights on the tree. Of course, I was the lucky person who got to do it again this year.
We have a real tree this year, so the way I usually try to tuck the ugly cord into the branches doesn’t quite work the same way as with an artificial...
