In those final pushes, my midwife looks me square in the eyes and says, “Don’t forget to breathe!” Yes, yes . .
Ahhhh! It’s Mother’s Day. The day we’ve all been waiting for . . . I’m sure we have all woken up rested
I was scrolling through Facebook, when something caught my eye. A mom-friend of mine who works as a nurse managed to start
On the first day of the week, Mary of Magdala came to the tomb early in the morning, while it was still
I have been thinking a lot this Lent about what it means to come home. At the beginning of Lent, we often
God reveals himself through the beauty of motherhood—he speaks to our hearts and draws us in, initiating a life of fulfillment and
Christ calls us to love even when that love is poorly reciprocated or perhaps not even reciprocated at all. In a certain
A friend shared with me the story of a lady who would pray, “Thank you, Jesus!” on a string of beads every
Come and be filled with gratitude and holy wonder with me—how God allows you and I to face the darkness of sin
It happens every year about the time I should be brimming with a deep well of gratitude and nurturing an abiding, holy
You are not alone. You may think you are the only one whose kids don’t let you talk on the phone or
A friend shared with me the story of a lady who would pray, “Thank you, Jesus!” on a string of beads every
I am amazed to behold the support and joy I’ve experienced when I connect with other moms. It’s truly an amazing gift.
“Mom, I got crucified today.” It was how he said it, with a certain satisfaction that did not match his statement. “Really?”