Looking for me?
I’m taking the weekend “off” and I may not be around here.  (Or maybe I will.  Who knows?) But, since you’re here and looking for me, check these out: This week’s Catholic Moments, where I’m Mary Moment-ing about Mary Vitamins. My column this week at CatholicMom.com, where I’m prattling about the loveliness of my car’s decorations

Let the Trumpets Sound!
(They might be small successes, but they’re still successes, right?) 1. Not only did I buy a new vacuum to replace the old broken one, but I used it. On the floors. Without kicking and screaming and protesting. 2. I’m not micromanaging the time change this year.  Yes, we’re messed up and I’m constantly tired (there’s no such thing as an extra hour, thankyouverymuch), but I’m j

Perspective on Pets
The discussion over Ohio’s Issue 2 has had me thinking for a month or so about agricultural things. I have a bit of a background in agriculture though it’s been hidden for a while, put on a back burner.  Back in my high school days, FFA is what gave me a glimmer of hope and inspir

Horrors of the Season
One Friday night recently, they sat on the couch together, her nose in a book, his eyes glued to a football game. Out of nowhere, presumably in the interest of shaking things up a bit, he asked her, “Do you want a new dress for the company Christmas party?” In a moment filled with sinking feelings, she realized she should have read the company party email more carefully to see where it would be held. She knew he didn’t mean “You have nothing to wear that’s worthy of such an esteemed event” or even “I can’t be seen with someone who dresses like you.”  There was no doub

A Mary Moment Monday
Yesterday, I felt as though I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. Maybe it was just general exhaustion catching up with me and making me weary.  Maybe the dog’s car chasing antics were the last straw.  Maybe I was just having a bad day. What was that weight?  Could I put it down?  Why was I carrying it? We all have weight on our shoulders.  Maybe it’s grief or pain; maybe it’s stress or worry; maybe it’s a project or a deadline. What I forget, so often, is that I don’t carry my weight alone.  Right beside me, if only I’ll look, is Mary.  She’s trying to reach my hand, but I keep moving it out of her r