June 30, 2017

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

May 30, 2017

I have had to stifle tears as a priest waxed eloquently about all of the “good, large families” he was seeing at Mass. Read more

May 9, 2017

To say I have a complicated relationship with Mother’s Day is an understatement. Earlier this week I found myself standing in the card aisle of the grocery store, staring at a wall of Mother’s Day cards that left me frozen and tempted to ditch my full cart of groceries, in a sprint for the door. Grief is an elusive companion, rearing her head at the most unpredictable and inconvenient times. This is my 26th Mother’s Day buying cards for other… Read more

May 4, 2017

We the faithful could do with something. The silence from the Church in the face of wide-spread systemic racism is deafening. Read more

April 25, 2017

This morning I burned my hair on the curling iron. I’ve been using a curling iron my whole life, but today I somehow managed to lose almost an entire lock of hair to the hissing, smoking, smell of death that is human hair burning. I am a disaster, but nothing if not honest. When you see a purple-haired woman with a wild look in her eyes and a chunk of hair missing, you found me. Yet, as I frantically tried… Read more

April 12, 2017

  “Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.” – Leonard Cohen, Anthem   On Palm Sunday, we visited another parish. It was our children’s spring break from school, so we loaded a six year old and her three year old twin siblings into the van with an embarrassingly large pile of belongings, and drove to a state park with an indoor aquatic… Read more

February 2, 2017

I’ll never forget the moment when it “clicked” for me. The moment when I realized that being anti-racist was more than opposing overt racism, and more than sharing MLK Jr. quotes in January and February. It was in the wake of the Trayvon Martin shooting and the acquittal of his shooter. There were protests, not only in Florida where it happened, but all over the US. Most were peaceful, some included elements of property damage. And I remember sitting in… Read more

January 28, 2017

today, to be an American, for America is a place do not recognize, a language I no longer seem to speak. I won’t pretend I can speak to the refugee or immigrant experience; I can’t. But Warsan Shire can, so I will let her. I dare you to read every word. Home Warsan Shire no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark. you only run for the border when you see the whole city running as… Read more

January 26, 2017

“Well, darkness has a hunger that’s insatiable, and lightness has a call that’s hard to hear. I wrap my fear around me like a blanket, I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it…”  – Indigo Girls, Closer to Fine     Friends, Things are looking dark right now. We are less than a week into our brave new world, and already we see actions targeting refugees, immigrants (both documented and undocumented), the Earth, Native Americans, and science. Throughout… Read more

January 24, 2017

On Saturday, I opened my jewelry box, took out a button and attached it to my coat.     I had gotten this button on a street in Washington DC in 2003, when I was 19 and protesting the invasion of Iraq, an occupation we are still wasting blood and money on today, 14 years later. I wore it proudly that day, marching with hundreds of thousands of others protesting an invasion that Saint John Paul II denounced as unjust,… Read more

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