• Faith,  Motherhood,  Writing

    January: Joy and Suffering Intertwined

    January was the hardest month for me last year (today especially, on the day we miscarried). It was the first time I had really experienced the sting and heaviness of grief, and I relied on Jesus and my husband more than I ever had before in my life. My little boys were especially precious to me as I waded through those strange waters of pain and questioning, and I gratefully welcomed each tender hug and kiss from them day after day. I remember feeling the emptiness of my womb as I stood at mass one day, afraid that I’d never carry a healthy little life within me again and begging…

  • Writing

    Friday Favorites

    I just discovered Guadalupe Roastery coffee last week and ordered the Nicaragua blend. It’s SO. GOOD. And it’s a Catholic-owned, fair trade online coffee shop…win win win. Really, really into this painting. It would look so pretty above a bed. Been re-reading Hannah Coulter by Wendell Berry again this year, and I’ve decided I need to read him every November. There’s no one better at reminding you of the beauty and need for a simple life, especially as the holidays approach. I’m not even close to being in the Christmas decorating mode yet, but I’m definitely thinking about Advent and how we can celebrate the season of waiting as a…

  • Writing

    Friday Favorites

    I’ve been wanting to start a weekly post on some my current favorite things, partly to keep inventory of my own list of needs/wants in one place and partly because I’ve always liked reading through others’ recommendations. I’m all for someone else doing research for me, especially when it comes to books, children’s toys, home decor, etc. One beauty or danger of the internet, I suppose, depending on if you ask me or my husband. I can’t promise this will end up being a weekly thing, but for now I’m into it! First up, candles. Give me all the candles. The next few months are going to be long and…

  • Writing

    Not Your Typical First Date

    In honor of Valentine’s Day (and Stephanie Weinert’s #fridayintroductionsourlovestory), I thought I’d resurrect a very old post I wrote for the Love and Fidelity Network a few years ago. Here’s the original post. Ours wasn’t your typical first date. Unless, of course, I was the female protagonist in a Jane Austen novel, adhering to the social and marital protocol of allowing others to select my suitor. It was a rainy day in July, and I was walking downtown for a luncheon with my Dad, my twin brother, my Dad’s friend from high school, and his mysterious, entirely unknown son, Sean. A couple weeks prior, my brother, Michael, had mentioned running…

  • Faith,  Home Design,  Motherhood,  Writing

    What makes a house a home?

    I wanted to share an article I wrote for Everyday Mamas about the meaning of home. You can find the original post here: https://everydaymamas.com/what-makes-a-house-a-home/ “Hitherto the Herb of Grace had been to them a summer home; they had known it only permeated with sun and light, flower-scented, windows and doors open wide. But now doors were shut, curtains drawn to hide the sad, grey dusk. Instead of the lap of the water against the river wall they heard the whisper of the flames, and instead of the flowers in the garden they smelt the roasting chestnuts, burning apple logs, the oil lamps, polish – all the home smells.  This intimacy…

  • Motherhood,  Writing

    sleeping babies

    There was this very distinct moment in my first year of motherhood that is still so vivid in my mind. It had been a hard day–one of those days as a new mom where you feel like the quiet and hiddenness is more of a burden than a gift. It seemed like everyone else was out there doing exciting things while my own life was standing still; even the life that I had chosen and dreamed of since I was a little girl, the life that my heart always longed for. I remember saying to God, “I didn’t go to graduate school, I’m not working a high-paying job (or any…

  • Writing

    Creativity in Motherhood (+ some thoughts on social media)

    There is something so beautiful and desirable about a hidden life; a life lived for God alone and in the service of your family, behind the walls of your home and within the sacred space of those you love. I’ve been rethinking the purpose of social media and why I’m choosing to use it at all (though sparingly and with clear, intentional boundaries) after a good long break. It will never and should never show the hidden, personal life that is meant for my family alone. It won’t even show a fraction of it. When used as a tool and nothing more, it can maybe be just one of many…

  • Writing

    Marriage: Throwing a Bridge

    Original article featured on FemCatholic: http://www.femcatholic.com/marriage-throwing-a-bridge/ I’ve probably read The Jeweler’s Shop by Karol Wojtyla (the future St. John Paul II) at least a dozen times—in high school, college, and throughout my dating and engaged years. Since being married, I’ve come to see it in yet a new light, as if the characters I once thought I knew so well have suddenly come alive through their brokenness, humanity, and relatability. In the beautifully crafted play, three couples, whose lives are all somehow connected, each offer insights into the joys and trials of marriage. Ultimately, through the sacrament’s powerful bond, they are all called to love.  There is one line of the play…

  • Motherhood,  Writing

    What I Do Matters

    For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be a mother. This desire began as the simple dream of a little girl who looked to her own mother as the pinnacle of femininity, womanhood, and a life of service to her family. Years later, it became a grown woman’s fervent prayer, which I hoped and trusted God would answer in His time. When I met my husband, married him, and had our first child last spring, I felt as though a new part of me was also born; a part of me that was more protective, intuitive, nurturing, and gentle. The challenges of caring for a newborn surely…