Two Best Girls
When it came my turn to be a mother, I knew I wanted to be like my own mom—tough, with high expectations and slightly terrifying. But I wanted to be more glamorous.
When it came my turn to be a mother, I knew I wanted to be like my own mom—tough, with high expectations and slightly terrifying. But I wanted to be more glamorous.
Today, we celebrate the feast of the Holy Family. . .the cell of love and grace that God Incarnate chose to enter into our humanity.
Four small children and two tired adults live in my fairly small 1970s tri-level house.
I wasn’t dressed for shopping, as I shared before, but decided to go to a large make-up retailer at my daughter’s request.
It’s such a cliche quip, but exterior beauty means nothing if interior beauty isn’t just as or more beautiful.
Today our children are being pressured and judged by their peers at every turn. Their social media accounts are their magic 8 balls that give them their approval ratings.
If this were a confessional, I would confess that my absolute favorite look is somewhere between the 1920’s and 1940’s.