Vacation Mass: The Ultimate Adulting
As a child/younger person, to be honest, I did not love the intrusion of Mass into my beach time.
As a child/younger person, to be honest, I did not love the intrusion of Mass into my beach time.
At the tender age of three, my very frustrated son on the verge of a temper tantrum turned to me and screamed: “I hate you, Mommy!”
The Welsh word “Hiraeth” means, “a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.”
It’s unfortunate, but my perfectionism seeks validation, and I made the mistake of seeking it from my eldest child who is now about to graduate high school, but at the time was 4 years old and in Pre-kindergarten.
I remember when I was younger, it was my consistent habit that right before bedtime I wanted to unload all my thoughts and words onto my mom.
What? Stop your rosary….there is an emergency novena?
Every blog we publish, every social media post, every product, everything we are doing is to bring more goodness. . .sweetness—honey! to a world that needs it so desperately. We want to make Catholic evangelism sweet as honey.
8 Months ago was the first real time I had walked into a Catholic Church
Death is part of life, and picking up our cross and bearing our sufferings is part of the Christian walk. I am the product of two strong, beautiful, and devout Catholic grandmothers. They raised 14 children, loved their grandchildren, and bore more than their fair share of suffering. My dad’s mom, my “Mocuite,” was a … Read more