Every year when we were in Boston we watched the marathoners run by.…
I don’t have many words this week. But I want to share this with you. …
Six years ago today, I had been married for just a day. …
We are laying low today. Babe and I are enjoying a quiet recovery day while Taylor studies au cafe.…
pat-a-pat-pat (telling me she wants to be picked up)
foo-foo-foo (whispered when she’s hungry)…
The days just keep coming. One by one they tick away.…
People have been telling me how lucky the Babe is to be with Taylor and me right now. We’ve been told how noble and selfless we are to open our hearts and home to her, and how wonderful we are …
Do these make sense to you? I think I mostly know what I mean as I list them here. We shall see.…
Saturday, chicken.…
Thursday, roast beef. …
My mother always told me: “Praise the Lord! Even through gritted teeth.” And no one describes better than Tolkien the grim resolution to continue on the way…
Sitting in the sunny window seat of a cafe last week, glancing outside between sips of my cappuccino and notes to my husband on chat, I saw a young man hanging around in front of the cafe. …
“Very few people ever state properly the strong argument in favour of marrying for love or against marrying for money.…
It is possible for us to hear the word of God because God’s world is open to us. Most Christians do not realize that this is by no means a matter of course, but a miracle of the Father’s utterly …
She is 8 months old today. 34 weeks. 243 days.
I have seen her less than 30 times in her whole life.…
So many smiles. Clapping. Tear-wiping. Even a little whooping and hollering. Mr. & Mrs. for the first time.…
Being apart from Taylor has made me realize how much a part of me he is. I am more than just Anne with him; my identity seems prone to shifting without his anchoring presence near me.
It’s not that I …
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…
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 …
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……
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 …