I heard footsteps and squeals. My eyelids were so heavy I could not lift them. I was at once thrilled with anticipation, itching to burst out onto the scene of…
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Mothers, Today is Your Day
With a pit in my stomach, I slunk into the back pew. I lifted my eyes just enough to catch sight of the tabernacle, my first touchstone of solace. I…
St. Padre Pio: A Help in Times of Mental Trial
One of the saddest parts of my life as a mother is that I sometimes suffer periods of lethargy, mild depression, or mental anguish. As I chase my toddler around,…
A Card-Carrying Mother
I am a card-carrying, Catholic mother. Because I am also a university instructor and have a Ph.D. in philosophy, some might say that is more “professional” and what should…
Halting Train
My sister became a mother for the first time seven months ago. She describes her life as a f ast-moving train that just came to an abrupt halt . She…
Our Gift to You
I’m the mother who hates Mothers’ Day. I have been known to lock myself in my room or ask my family to leave the house. . . without me….
