January is here, and I am pondering this past holiday season. Although I do have some regrets about how December morphed once again into a cyclone of self-inflicted stress and anxiety, my family found ways to counter my frustrations.
Christmas 2009 can be the year your family restocks Christ’s manager… literally. Sheep, cows, and other animals were good enough to surround our Lord on his birth
Most families have fallback plans for surviving the often-chaotic days and excessive spending of December. In mine, it is shopping for the perfect “one size fits all, end of the aisle” family Christmas gift.
I am a morphed mom. I am free!
My youngest son witnessed a side of his mother no child should ever have to see. Especially from a mother who prides herself on setting a good example to her family
I have been pink-slipped.
Everyone has favorite Bible passages, ones they turn to over and over again in their quest to be more Christ like.
Sunday evening, 7:30 pm, was always the designated time to leave my parent’s Cape Cod cottage to return home.
Leave it to my husband to get to the heart of an issue. He doesn’t mean to be rude, irreverent, or for that matter, simplistic in his thinking.
The custom of blessing food at Easter has been around for centuries, and across the United States many parishes are once again celebrating Resurrection Sunday with this rite.
Young children believe. They ask all kinds of questions, and being young, accept every answer a parent gives as gospel-truth. “Why do the trees change color Mommy?”
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