I don’t have many words this week. But I want to share this with you. …
I was really run down yesterday. Possibly because we had a day-consuming House Blessing event on Saturday. Possibly because T had been doing Startup Weekend all weekend and I had to do House Blessing and Sunday Liturgy with the Babe …
I miss you.…
Next door to Macia’s favorite coffee shop is Magpie, a store I could spend all my money in. …
For those of you who know where this is, I’m sure you can understand how awesome it was to show Mace around the place.…
Two months ago, Macia got her first cousin on her daddy’s side.…
Sitting in front of the Mary grotto while my Macie Rose played in the sand, I stared blankly at Momma’s huge rosemary bush, following he twisted branches in and out of the center of the bush. It was tough and …
I wasn’t expecting the grief that surfaced when I was alone at Daddy’s house. …
Macia and I picked apricots.…
We had several objectives in visiting New York. …
Up to? What is she up to these days?…
Yes, we hear that a lot. I am not ashamed to brag about it either, since we had nothing to do with her genetics.…
When she wants to get down (from her high chair or from the mei tai) she points down and growls: dooooooww…
I am going to take a break this week. At least from writing. …
A friend reminded me of when we first met the Babe.…
Yep, the Babe is walking.…
pat-a-pat-pat (telling me she wants to be picked up)
foo-foo-foo (whispered when she’s hungry)…
Saturday, chicken.…
I remember very clearly how I felt, walking along a sunny side-street in Ravenna, Italy, when I felt the first mild cramping that signaled the beginning of my period.…
Peter called out: “Lord, if it is You, command me to come out to You on the water.”
And the Lord said: “Come.” …
So many smiles. Clapping. Tear-wiping. Even a little whooping and hollering. Mr. & Mrs. for the first time.…
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“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 …