This morning, I went to church. The church’s name was pond. A small pond, so insignificant it doesn’t even have a name. I entered for exercise, a morning walk before the heat of the day. I stayed for the transcendence, the joy. I came to church hunched with the weight of a fraying faith, a world in tatters, a soul overwhelmed by the grief of this thing called living.   When I got to church, the cathedral ceiling of sky… Read more

Over the last couple of years, I’ve observed this happening. Christians who love God and the Church, but whose faith communities have scandalized them to the point of dreading worship, skipping Mass, or facing the prospect of leaving in tears. In closed groups and whispered conversations, people of faith who just can’t take it anymore. The silence from their local churches on issues relating to gun and school violence. The silence when white nationalists march through the streets. The silence… Read more

If you’re anything like me, you might be feeling a tad bit ambivalent about our nation’s impending birthday on July 4th. If you have kids, you’re still going to put that American flag shirt on them for a cute Instagram photo, and you’re going to have the party, the BBQ, all of it. Where last year you made the American flag berry dessert with gusto, this year your heart isn’t in it. As you hull those strawberries, picked by brown… Read more

The world is a scary place. Last week I had to double up on my anti-anxiety medication to keep from rocking back and forth in stunned silence at the depth of man’s inhumanity to man. Then someone posted that wonderful message from Fred Rogers – though really, everything that man said was wonderful – and it reminded me that in the midst of babies ripped from their mother’s arms, and the indifference to suffering of  “nice” people, to look for… Read more

The discussions surrounding what the term “pro-life” means seem to have ramped up as of late. Is it merely opposition to abortion? Is it opposition to abortion and a host of other violations of human life and dignity? Is it a fundamentally negative or positive definition?   Positive or Negative That is, does it posit only those things to which people ought to be opposed as a matter of justice in the sense of “giving on his due” (Aquinas)? Or… Read more

In the picture, I’m a smiling girl of six. Raven hair in loose curls swaying down my back – I remember the braid I wore to her funeral – staring up at my mother with stars in my eyes. Someone had the good sense to snap a photo, to capture this moment of love between mother and daughter. Thank God they did, because six months later she died. The Christmas tree with its brightly colored lights and cool, silver, tinsel… Read more

“Let justice roll down like mighty waters…an ever-flowing stream.” – Amos 5:24   What is it about people and water? It draws us in, gives us life and its rushing, falling, crashing rocks us to sleep. Sometimes it’s overwhelming power takes our breath away. Occasionally it kills us. But always, no matter how dangerous is it, we return to the water. Human civilization came dripping out of the water, the fertile crescent, the convergence of three rivers giving birth to… Read more

Today is the last day of NFP awareness week. You’d think as a fertility care practitioner, I’d have been all over it, making all of my dear readers very aware of NFP. The only problem is, I couldn’t think of anything to say. I’ve been teaching Creighton for almost two years now and I have seen and heard things which have challenged my faith and filled me with tremendous joy. It has also humbled me beyond anything I could have… Read more

I’m doing this really interesting thing with a Catholic lady writer friend, where we are consecrating our creativity to Mary over a period of 30 days. We offer our “fiat” to God, to use us and our writing to speak His word into the world. So naturally today is day 1 and I wake up with anger. Sitting heavy like a stone in my stomach while drinking my coffee and reading the Gospel (my mostly daily morning routine) — and… Read more

It was the perfect time to drive to Notre Dame. There are a few weeks in June in Indiana where all is right in the world. The corn, not yet knee high, cast a lush green over the vast expanse driving on 31 between my home on the north-side of Indianapolis and South Bend. Fluffy, perfect cotton clouds of white against azure sky. The coldest iced coffee, the reddest lipstick, the loudest music chosen by a grown-up playing in the… Read more

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