My mom was raised a Catholic. So initially, I was, too.
Catholicism was never the best fit for her soft and malleable spirit, and instead of leading her to profound truths and realizations, it led her to worry, guilt, and fear. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say that it fanned those flames already within her. But that intentional spiritual seeking–the one that really has you digging deep–seems to most often take place later in life. And at seventeen she was far too busy with other things. Things like finishing high school and navigating the new waters of both motherhood … Continue reading
Today I have a story. A true story, a happy story. Something of a love story, even. One that starts with my gramma, moves through me, continues on through Jordan, and hopefully keeps on going into forever. This is the kind of story that renews my hope that yes, one person can definitely make a difference. Even when the world wants to tell me, No. You’re much too small. Even when the world tries to make me feel powerless and weak. Even when the world tries to silence me. This story makes me feel like a warrior, equipped with only … Continue reading
Today’s post is supposed to be another recipe, and I even made it so far as making the actual dish, but then…we ate it. Without getting any pictures, or typing up a recipe, or drafting up a post. And honestly, I can’t even feel bad about that because I’ve been hopelessly, terrifically preoccupied with…”the book.” My book. The book that I started back in the autumn of 2012 and somehow, through a crazy twist of events, ended up completing only now–with more than its fair share of tears, sweat and desperate prayers.
If I’d had any idea when I started … Continue reading