I am a European mutt. The daughter of a dad who is half German, a quarter Irish, an eighth English, and an eighth Swedish and a mom who is half Czech, a quarter German, and a quarter Irish. All that makes me a quarter Irish. And I’ve got the freckles, sunburn-prone complexion, and Catholic guilt [...]
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I am delighted to be sharing a piece today at The Kitchen Table, a new site dedicated to women exploring issues of faith. As the editors so cleverly put it, their new endeavor is not so much “Chicken Soup for The Soul,” but rather “Espresso for the Spirit.” Please click over to revisit my post [...]
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I didn’t quite fit. In every good way. My legs were too long. My arms were cramped, the left one falling asleep under me. But it was perfect. As I was about to get Big Boy out of his crib after his nap yesterday, he asked, “Can you get in, Mommy?” And, instead of laughing [...]
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Today is Ash Wednesday, a traditional day of repentance and the first day of Lent in the Western Christian calendar. I spent the Ash Wednesdays of my youth girding myself for 46 days of Going Without. My childhood Lenten promises, like my New Year’s resolutions, were usually those that involved a Giving Up. No chocolate. [...]
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