Mass this Sunday was my first of the summer without Taylor. Last week we were in California together. The week before, Seattle. It was a strange feeling, surrounded by people but sitting by myself. …
Oh, Pandora. You slay me with your Pink Martini station. Have a listen with me this evening:
Everybody by Ingrid Michaelson…
You can read “tear” two ways. One, those salty-secretions from your eyes–in joy or sorrow or laughter or allergies. Two, as in things-torn, the act of ripping…
We love to sing to our Little Girl.. and when I get to put her to sleep, I have a special song I like to sing. You’ve probably heard it before. Here are the words.…
Clear was the night: the moon was young:
The larkspurs in the plots
Mingled their orange with the gold
Of the forget-me-nots.…
When I first discovered Ashley Rodriguez through her blog, her then-current post was a recipe for bacon caramels. I instantly fell in love. …
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Welcome.
For renidemus is, first and foremost, an invitation. An invitation to sit down with me, to read what I can offer you, and to offer your thoughts in return.…
“Even at Vespers in these days Abbess Catherine, as if echoing the abbot’s words, thought, as the antiphon to the Magnificat was sung, of the Visitation, when the Virgin Mary, with the angel’s announcement beating in her heart, had gone …
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a world big enough for all the lives He wishes to be born. It is only our hearts that are not big enough to want them and accept them……
Today I am flying to California to see my family. My WHOLE family. [Except for baby girl.. She has to stay on this coast.] My flight was delayed 15 minutes, …
It was so much more than simply saying goodbye to my husband for a few days, or a week, or several. It was more than knowing I would be facing an empty house coming home from work, or going to …
With my head perched on the sill of my bedroom window, I hear birds in neighboring trees through my wire-grid screen. When I focus closely, every part of the world fits into neat little boxes. …