Family
Family life is holy ground — and it is also exhausting, complicated, and full of surprises. These posts explore what it looks like to live out faith in the middle of it all: in the car with kids asleep in the back seat, in the rhythms of Advent and Christmas, in the grief of loss and the practice of presence, in the invisible labor of love that rarely gets named. Whether you’re a parent, a partner, a sibling, a caregiver, or just someone trying to figure out what it means to belong to one another — there is something here for you.
French braiding my way to a holier Lent
I am trying to teach myself how to French braid hair. As the mother of two daughters, one of whom was able to donate 10+…
The frailty of my faith (or, How losing my daughter in the park gave me a glimpse of my own hypocrisy)
I only took my eyes off of her for a few seconds … It’s so cliché, but so damn true. This summer was an unusually…
Weaning the weight of wistful nostalgia
I am in the process of weaning my almost two-year-old daughter. Although I have enjoyed a wonderful nursing relationship with her since she was born,…
Radical hospitality and responsible parenthood
While driving home from church last Sunday, I watched a man frantically chase a public bus for an entire city block, only to miss it…
The conundrum of kids at church
One of my Facebook friends recently posted a rant about mothers who show up late to and leave early from Mass. He stated that he…
Motherhood and Not-So-Simple Simplicity
By guest blogger Nicole Steele Wooldridge I always used to find it challenging to live out the value of simplicity in a contemporary Western context. …