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I am a writer, wife, mother, and word snob. I think life is funny and God is good.
caption id="attachment_171682" align="aligncenter" width="1200"] Image: Pixabay.com (2013), CC0/PD[/caption] When I saw the title of this talk at the Catholic Family Conference I was intrigued. This is something that needs to be done and needs to be done well.
In a series of more than 130 Wednesday audiences, Pope John Paul II introduced to the world the Theology of the Body. The world needed the introduction. While we may not have grasped the importance of what he was saying as the audiences unfolded, as time passed the beauty and the radicalness of his message has become more important than ever.
Yes, it is in fact too much. Yes. Christmas card 2004. Just sit still and smile! Please, you guys. Just smile. No, don't touch his hat. Open your eyes! Come on. I'll give you a piece of candy. There. Now smile, everyone. Stop blinking! Keep your hands to yourself. Settle down.
Several years ago, my church hosted an Arise night. Arise Milwaukee is a group that helps people fall in love with Jesus in the Catholic Church. An Arise night is no small feat and I was the point person for the parish.
I cried from Bismarck to Minneapolis. It wasn't pretty. I laid on the seat in the third row of our SUV heaving, sobbing, snorting, and blowing. I grabbed tissue after tissue from the box and left a wet spot on the pillow. I tried to cry quietly because I didn't want the kids to hear, but they knew.
Whether you listen to Straight No Chaser's 12 Days of Christmas mash-up or watch the loveable Fozzy Bear forget the seven swans, the Twelve Days of Christmas is a seasonal essential. Practically speaking though, it's a burden.
Summer slammed to a stop yesterday about 6 pm as I drove home with a stinky 15 year old boy, fresh off his first high school soccer game and first day of school. A few weeks ago it was still ...
August, 2017. For the third day running, I am holding my teenage daughter as she cries. Buried in the jumble of sadness, disappointment and shock is a story of mercy and the ugly underbelly we all have. This week we started digging. My daughter and her classmates are battling with the question of how someone...
Like many Catholics I know, I had not gone to the Sacrament of Confession for a number of years. The Catholic Church recommends we go at least once a year and I was far, far below that. The thought of Confession literally gave me heart palpitations.
This is a guest post from Meredith Frediani. You can follow her on Twitter here! Ten or so years ago, when we thought our kids were witless, we made a bet with them. "If any of you can find a word that rhymes with orange, we will give you $100."