I Don’t Know How

I Don’t Know How

I feel like I don’t know how to do Good Friday well enough. It feels like when I love someone so much that I want to celebrate them so big, but nothing seems big enough to match the crazy affections of my heart, so I do almost nothing because I am paralyzed to...
Thank you, Mary.

Thank you, Mary.

I remember when each of my boys was born, the sweet relief of holding them, meeting them, beginning this new adventure with them. But I also recall the complicated emotions of sharing them now with other people.  For so many months, my baby had been mine alone.  Only...
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