Wife, mother, blogger, Catholic ministry. I love to garden even when it goes wrong. Same with writing (and we know it can go wrong.) Believing that God is present in all of it.
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Imagination
Our parish Adult Education committee chose “All Creation Waits” by Gayle Boss as it’s Advent Study. I decided to join the group discussion last night as I have been taken with the book. I find that it slows me down and for a short while takes me inside the life of the animals I mostly…
Tragedy In Colorado
In light of today’s events in Colorado http://www.nbcnews.com/, I am sharing a song posted by a Facebook friend. Sting’s “Fragile” really does sum up how I have felt all day. But I know that somewhere in the midst of all of this uncertainty and utter madness lies the string that holds us all together. Let…

Blot Out My Offenses
I still have John Michael Talbot playing in my car. Which means that every day I am reciting this Psalm 51. Everyday, there is a new reason why I need to sing it. Some days I find myself in tears as I consider God’s divine mercy and my glaring faults. At times, most times, only…

Geronimo!!
This has become one of my all time favorite pictures of our family! My husband and daughter as they take the plunge together. Today, it makes me remember that even though I sometimes feel like I am being left to dangle on a rope that my own Father, (God) is there with me, willing to…
America Magazine on Behalf of Religious Sisters
http://www.facebook.com/FrJamesMartin?ref=tsA beautiful video about the sacrifices that the religious women make on behalf of the Gospel. It is humbling to watch and it makes me think of the the nuns who I knew that dedicated thier lives to the poor in rural Kentucky, West Virginia and in the inner city where I live. Unsung Heroes. …

Happy To Be Home!
I am always happy to return to my corner at the end of Lent! I am ready to move into the joy of the Easter season! Yesterday, this happened at my dinner table. The wine, which my mother-in- law accidently spilled went all over my daughter’s home-made butter lamb. The symbolism would have been enough there but…