In which, I tell you about my miscarriage 14 years ago

October is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness month, which is fitting, for me. October 2007 was when I had my miscarriage. I sometimes don’t feel right claiming my grief, because the whole experience was so short. I found out I was pregnant on a Sunday, and the pregnancy ended that Wednesday. In those three daysContinue reading “In which, I tell you about my miscarriage 14 years ago”

Mid-size kid, mid-size problems- and outsized joy. (Happy Birthday, Will)

My son turned 13 yesterday. A teenager! When he was a baby and toddler, my boss – a father of teenagers himself – liked to tell me, “Little kids, little problems. Big kids, big problems.” This was…. an ominous and heavy response to my stories of “he just won’t go to sleep” and “I wonderContinue reading “Mid-size kid, mid-size problems- and outsized joy. (Happy Birthday, Will)”

World Peace Day: Peace is an inside job

Today is World Peace Day. It’s a breather after an intense couple of weeks. We marked the 20th anniversary of 9/11, which for me meant revisiting the darkness of that day and explaining our presence and departure from Afghanistan to our kids. These are dark times for Haitians and other refugees at the southern border.Continue reading “World Peace Day: Peace is an inside job”

With love to Father Clay, on the anniversary of his passing

Here’s a picture of Father Clay at Will’s baptism in 2008. (He baptized Anna in 2011, too!) We’re thinking of him today, on the one-year anniversary of his death. Today marks the one-year anniversary of Father Clay’s death. We prayed for him in church yesterday, and took a moment to feel thankful for having hadContinue reading “With love to Father Clay, on the anniversary of his passing”

The question God asks us when we die

The gospel this week covered the Pharisees complaining to Jesus about his disciples not washing his hands properly. Father Dennis rightly called them out on focusing more on manners than on people. (Though in our current context, I understand why they’d get the heebee jeebees about people not washing their hands.) And Father Dennis said,Continue reading “The question God asks us when we die”

I admit it: these kids are pushing my buttons.

The summer is getting long, and for me, summer is never long. It’s always too short. But this year, the fighting and button pushing between my kids is making it hard for me to concentrate. I want them to go back to school so they can interact with people their own age. And so thatContinue reading “I admit it: these kids are pushing my buttons.”

Serenity Prayer for parents of unvaccinated kiddos

When the pandemic started, my husband was the nervous one. He bought masks first, he sanitized the groceries. He didn’t want the kids to play outside with their friends. He watched the case numbers and the death numbers rise every day. I walked beside him with a “Wait, what?” expression and tried to understand theContinue reading “Serenity Prayer for parents of unvaccinated kiddos”

God’s “in” his heaven, and all is right in my world

We’re spending the week in “God’s Country” – an informal nickname for the part of Minnesota where I grew up. We’re 70 miles north of the area people typically call “Northern Minnesota,” and we’re still three hours south of Canada. So it’s remote, but not that remote. We have wi-fi and groceries, so we’re notContinue reading “God’s “in” his heaven, and all is right in my world”

Gardens, rabbits, and spirituality lessons from a 4-year-old

My heart has been changed, and it’s proof that gentle prayers asking God to help you find peace can help you. It took almost 9 years, but I can finally look at a rabbit in my yard with peace in my heart. Up until, like, yesterday, I looked at rabbits near my garden with rageContinue reading “Gardens, rabbits, and spirituality lessons from a 4-year-old”

Holy is any place where it is safe to tell your story

Tonight I hit the big time: telling my spirituality story on a Facebook Live stream! I’ve been working on this talk for months, and it’s full of things that have hurt me, things that have touched me, and things that have saved me. The first thing I noticed at St. Stan’s was the highly visibleContinue reading “Holy is any place where it is safe to tell your story”