“I expect to die in bed, my successor will die in prison and his successor will die a martyr in the public square”. Francis Cardinal George, the Archbishop of Chicago (on the current state of affairs) Read more

Then they came for the Catholics,and I didn’t speak out because I was Protestant. Then they came for meand there was no one left to speak out for me.  –Martin Niemöller This past week, the Department of Health and Human Services under the Obama Administration violated the First Amendment’s Religion Clause by preventing the freedom of Catholics in the United States to freely practice our religion.  To a practicing Catholic, our faith is more than the church service we attend... Read more

 **It’s bad poetry day today at StT.  See how I embarrass myself for your entertainment?  You’re welcome!** There are mountains of laundry this morning for me to wash, fold, and put away,but my tiny girl is smiling at me.  How can I help but stay? The carpet is in need of vacuuming and floors which must be scrubbed,but my little one loves her bath, and so we linger in the tub. The sheets are rumpled and askew, the bed just... Read more

My friend Theresa asked for my goulash recipe. I asked her if she wanted it in email, IM, or the blog.  She said on the blog so she could print it out.  Here you go, Theresa, and anyone else who needs a dinner idea: Hungarian Goulash Ingredients:1 lb beef cut into small cubes (you can use hamburger in a pinch)2 med onions minced1/4 tsp dried mustard1 1/4 tsp paprika1 tbsp brown sugar1 1/4 tsp salt3 tbsp Worcestershire sauce3/4 tsp apple... Read more

Today was the March for Life in Washington D.C. and thousands congregated in our nation’s capital to show their support for the unborn among us and their mothers.  It wasn’t just Washington which saw these huge crowds, although you wouldn’t know it from the news coverage, thousands of marchers showed up in communities all over the country to speak out for the voiceless. I love their passion and admire their dedication.  Every year I hope to be able to join... Read more

This is the year of our White Spring.  All three of our daughters are receiving sacraments.  All three will be wearing white gowns.  All three. It’s still a little strange to me that we have three daughters.  Even with the youngest one always in my arms, I still catch myself suddenly realizing the happiness of having our three and the smile is uncontainable.  Our Sweet #7 will be Baptized next month.  We waited longer than usual so that we could... Read more

1.  My 7-year-pld daughter broker her toe last week.  We have no idea how she did it.  Our best guess is that she fell out of bed and hit it wrong on something. (She falls out of bed a lot.)  The puzzling thing is that she didn’t wake up.  She went to bed at night with a normal looking toe and woke up the next morning with it swollen larger than her head (slight exaggeration…so sue me.)  It never really... Read more

How can our #7 be 2 months old already?  It doesn’t seem possible.  Her newborn days have already slipped away and she is now a baby.  It won’t be long before she is a girl and then grown. I keep holding her, this perfect replica of my firstborn, and wondering where the years have gone since I was a first time mom holding my precious baby and now she is a sophomore in high school.  In two years she will... Read more

1. Last week I wrote The Standard Bearer’s Battle Hymn which was linked to by The Pulp.it and NCR.  I’m over the moon excited, but still slightly amused that the blog post before that with the half-naked cowboy got double the hits.  The ladies all protested that they didn’t like that muscle-y man, but they sure hurried over here to see what on earth I was writing about. *I’m not saying here that you should use half-naked man pictures to... Read more

 **I started one post and my mind started wandering, so I wrote it all down.  This is the way I think all the time.  Welcome to 8 minutes inside my ADD brain. This is how it thinks to be me….** This evening I’m curled up in my beloved husband’s favorite chair as he stretches out on the couch.  Our sweet #7 is draped across my arm and dozing.  I keep thinking that she has at last fallen asleep and I... Read more