(Charity) Shutterstock Poor Uneducated Addicted Illegal Mentally ill Handicapped Unborn Homeless Convicted LGBQ+ The list could go on, until we would find one where we reflexively drew back because we’ve somehow decided, “No Lord, not them.” My latest over at the National Catholic Register is a reminder to me, and to all, “There are no invisible people to God,” and we are called not merely to tolerate, but to love. Read more
This is not ten truths and a lie…this is the last two weeks going backwards…and mind you, I’m forgetting stuff. Sunday 9/25 –went to the O’s Astro’s game. Left with the score 1-0 in the 6th after lightning and a downpour that felt like it would end the game. It didn’t but we didn’t know that in advance. Saturday 9/24 –Cross Country for Paul and Anna at 8 am. Evening at Nat’s park in Washington, DC to enjoy the Farewell... Read more
Today I’m over at the National Catholic Register with a book review of Fr. Livio Franzaga’s “Wrath of God.” Trying to get back on the writing horse of submitting every week and writing every day. This morning, an online friend reached out, broken by circumstances long endured. It felt hard to offer comfort when the friend does not allow for the reality of anything beyond now. How do witness the meaning of suffering in a suffering world without God, articulated... Read more
These days, I spend some time with the Blessed Sacrament every school day. Yesterday, the room was packed, and I had to think with each person coming in, how much my own faith felt fed and strengthened –all these witnesses I could see, coupled with all I could not, made it hard not to feel joyful. When there are many people, I’m moved by the witness of so many, eager to spend time with our Lord. When there are few,... Read more
Having multiple members of Gen Z and Gen Alpha in the household, I’ve learned that toddler fights are nothing compared to teen wars. These people in high school and just beyond, engage in cellular warfare designed to leave lasting emotional scars. “Hey P, just finished practicing parking. Sorry I scratched your car.” It doesn’t matter how many times he’s checked, he can’t shrug it off. He has to go look and she opens the window from her bedroom so he... Read more
Last year, when school started, it felt as though I had classes of pet rocks. Image from the Craft train. They did not talk, laugh or respond easily. The trauma of Covid, of everything, loomed over everything, and made ordinary non urgent conversation almost non existent. This weekend, I overheard two men working in the grocery store, one at the deli, and the other with the milks. They chatted back and forth about the upcoming football season. The clerks at check... Read more
I have moaned about summer ending, but today seeing my classroom and all the people, I felt energized. Honestly, there wasn’t a teacher unburned by Covid and trying to teach when everything stopped. We felt ineffective, since the number one thing that affects academic outcome, is connection. Max Headroom Headmaster makes for a poor educational experience –and no one likes Zoom meetings, no matter how dynamic you try to make them. Everyone wants pencils and papers and books –tangible things... Read more
Today, we drove to DC and did a tourist thing. We went to the top of the Washington Monument. It’s impressive. It’s worth getting the tickets in advance (you can’t go otherwise), and the kids loved it. There was a pure DC moment when roughly one hundred cyclists/skateboarders/hoverboarders and one wheelers surrounded the monument and prevented passage in or out for a few minutes, hoisting various flags in obvious protest but without any clear indication as to what the protest... Read more
I have been wondering what I should do, to be more what God calls and I am not sure what it entails. For a time, I thought writer, Catholic speaker, but that has remained very sidelined over the past few years. Part of it is to be a teacher, but again, it is still only partial. For a time, it was just keep being a mom –and it still is…but there’s an ache, an unfinished component that I cannot quite... Read more
Attention retailers! It is August 16th. There are still days of summer to be seized, ice cream to be eaten, and lounging at the pool that must be done. Stop pumpkin spicing everything. I am a big believer in enjoying summer. Fall with its cold chills, homework and set schedules will be here soon enough –when pumpkin spice will be a warming respite from the requirements of the day. Right now, it is an intrusion. We don’t insist on foisting... Read more
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