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I Can Handle It

My go-to for a good Netflix binge used to be Grey's Anatomy. Nowadays, my Netflix sessions are far less poppin', since I can barely make it through half an episode of Friends before snoring so loudly on my husband's shoulder that he relies solely on subtitles. (How...

Make Him Want to Come Home

When I first watched the movie Marley and Me years ago, I turned it off as soon as I sensed the dog’s impending death. I’m not really an animal person but dying dog movies have me ugly sobbing harder than Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting. (“It’s not your fault, Will.”)...

We’ve Forgotten How to Love

As person after person silently fell into line to receive the Eucharist, one communicant fiddled with her snug skirt and tugged insecurely at the bottom edge of her belly shirt so that less of her abdomen would be exposed. All around, men and women glared in horror at...

You Rotten Trickster, Social Media

Something’s been nudging me to reveal some truths about our honeymoon ever since I posted a picture from it for our two-year anniversary this past February. I wish I could ignore the prodding and just leave people to assume that we enjoyed the most perfect honeymoon...

Holding a Grudge Against Time

I distinctly remember the moment that my perspective of time and its passage was transformed. It was a little over a year ago, the day after Christmas, when my husband and I first brought our new daughter home from the hospital. The three of us were cuddled up on the...

Staying Inside the Lines

One of my favorite things about becoming a parent has been the constant metaphors that open my eyes to the nature of God. It’s through interactions with my kids that I find myself coming to a greater understanding and appreciation of the depths of God’s love and work...

Raisins Give an Insight into Suffering

A few months ago, my daughter was working on her pincer grasp (the ability to pick things up with her thumb and pointer finger) which takes a lot of practice so watching her acquire the skill with tiny things like raisins could be pretty painful. She would stare at...

Identity: Lost and Found

  Several months ago, I had a scary thought: Am I in the process of losing my identity to motherhood? Have the past six months as a new mom done nothing more for my character than add little bits of mom-ish information like why baby onesies are designed with the...