2022-08-22T17:01:30-04:00

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

2022-08-20T22:36:17-04:00

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

2022-08-19T18:55:41-04:00

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

2022-08-16T13:16:32-04:00

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

2022-08-15T22:53:49-04:00

This weekend, since Thursday. I’ve seen Hamilton and I’ve been to a funeral for my aunt in Texas.  In the final scene of Hamilton, he sings about having a legacy, as does his wife, Eliza.  At the funeral and in the conversations at the rosary and after the mass, over and over again, we heard about my aunt’s profound consistent love for babies and expectant mothers. She’d offer to hold them, and bless every mom she encountered.   Her’s was a... Read more

2022-08-10T11:07:07-04:00

Having gone to confession today, I recognized that I needed to yell at God.   Not because God did anything wrong, but because He’s the only One who can do anything about all that I am angry about.  I cannot cure my cancer or my husband’s, though we can go to doctors, eat right and exercise and take our medications and undergo treatment.  I cannot bring back my children to the faith –though I can pray and witness. I cannot fix... Read more

2022-08-08T22:01:00-04:00

So I have a piece over at Catholicmom.com on being Good Fruit. Enjoy! Good Fruit Images: Canva Read more

2022-08-07T22:02:49-04:00

Today, my heart feels alternatively like a stone so heavy it will fall out of my body, and like crystal shattered but still holding its shape.  My aunt died over night. My aunt always had three projects she was doing, three she intended to do, and three she’d just finished (at a minimum).   I remember her going to the hospital to volunteer, rocking the babies that needed extra care while their mothers recovered.    She prayed rigorously, and you knew... Read more

2022-08-07T12:12:55-04:00

Reports of my blog atrophying into internet nothingness are incorrect.  I’d blame August sloth but this started in July…so I’ll just say summer brain. The writing fairy is still awol, and putting one word after another feels like jogging –something I do not do.  However, as a writer, I’m into trying to push myself beyond how I feel, so I will make an attempt to get to 10,000 steps each day going forward, and 500 words.   Ugh, I’ve done less... Read more

2022-07-27T14:11:53-04:00

Monday night, Paul decided sleep was for the weak.  He started singing around ten o’clock.  Around half past midnight, Paul’s roommate and older brother had had enough.  Having asked many times and tried multiple methods of getting him to stop, he presented Paul to us.  We put him on the couch, said prayers and rubbed his feet.  He closed his eyes and for the next thirty minutes, all was quiet.   I woke to hear him climbing the stairs back to... Read more


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