When Children Annoy You at Mass
In several thoughtful pieces going around the web lately, various authors who are in fact the parents of tiny humans, share stories from the trenches of going to Mass in America…with kids. All of these...
View ArticleWhat I Want You to Know About The Mount
In the fall of 2001, I got a phone call from a professor at one of the five colleges to which I applied – Mount St. Mary’s. I had expressed an interest in history and he was a history professor. He...
View ArticleWhen Boys Will Be Boys
“When boys will be boys, then girls will be garbage.” – Ann Voskamp I don’t remember much from the assault, but I do remember the shame. The knot which began in the pit of my stomach, tightening the...
View ArticleLord, Give Me That Fire
I’ve been trying to find my voice since “the day” a few days ago. I’ve cycled through most of the feelings one person can have – incredulity, anger, fear, sadness, – wash, rinse, repeat. As ideas,...
View ArticleI Met God at Starbucks
Today, I met Bruce. Though really, I think his name was Jesus. The oldest girl-child at school, the twins at home with babysitting Grandma, I was finally, blessedly, going to get work done. My bag was...
View Article2017: A Year in Written, Spoken, Words
As I get off to an uncertain start with 2017, both personally — I’ve finished my Creighton internship and am now a full-fledged FCP (FertilityCare Practitioner), so now what? — and in terms of watching...
View ArticleAnother Woman For Peace: Thoughts From the March
On Saturday, I opened my jewelry box, took out a button and attached it to my coat. I had gotten this button on a street in Washington DC in 2003, when I was 19 and protesting the invasion of Iraq,...
View ArticleSolidarity in Darkness
“Well, darkness has a hunger that’s insatiable, and lightness has a call that’s hard to hear. I wrap my fear around me like a blanket, I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it…” – Indigo Girls,...
View ArticleI am Ashamed…
today, to be an American, for America is a place do not recognize, a language I no longer seem to speak. I won’t pretend I can speak to the refugee or immigrant experience; I can’t. But Warsan Shire...
View ArticleHearing Black Voices: A Challenge
I’ll never forget the moment when it “clicked” for me. The moment when I realized that being anti-racist was more than opposing overt racism, and more than sharing MLK Jr. quotes in January and...
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