Our sons have spent the week at a nature camp, and they’ve really enjoyed it. That might not surprise you, but I thought one would love it, and one might tolerate it. But they have hiked, made friends, explored a stream, made their own stomp rockets, soap, and clocks, and done serviceRead More
What a troubling time. So much violence. So much anger. I went to a vigil today because I felt it was the right thing to do. I didn’t think I was going for myself. But I came away with a sense of peace and gratitude for my community.I was thinking about whetherRead More
Every parent wants to be fair. And every child believes someone else is getting a larger portion or a better treat. In our house we even argue over who gets the stuck-together ice cubes in his chicken noodle soup.So sometimes when I am handing out snacks, I say, “Hold outRead More
I’ve already written about my least favorite Olympic moment of the week. My favorite—and likely Baltimore’s favorite—moment: when Michael Phelps went from near tears to laughter while the national anthem played, all because some Baltimorean friends yelled out “Oh!” during the anthem. That’s what we do in Charm City to honor our Orioles.EmbedRead More
The night before my 40th birthday we lost electricity. It was hot and humid, and we had to fumble around in the darkness to get ready for bed. Losing power always makes me more appreciative of what I have, and this time was no exception.Especially when the electricity came backRead More
Happy Earth Day! Our kindergartener is learning all about recycling. He stopped me the other day when I threw something—I think it was a used sandwich bag—into the trash.“We can re-use that!” he said. I suppose we could, though he is clearly more creative and resourceful than I am.Then heRead More
We had Back to School Night last night and then I met with my prayer group. So forgive me if these takes are quick, quick, quick.I don’t know how other people feel after Back to School Night, but I always leave feeling great about the Catholic education our children areRead More
Sometimes when our children ask us whether something in the house belongs to Mama or to Baba, I remind them that everything we own isn’t “mine” or “his,” but “ours.”The story I am sharing today is John’s, but since I’m his wife, it’s ours—or, at least, he’s letting me tellRead More