Justice
Justice isn’t an abstract idea—it’s the everyday work of noticing who is being left out, who is being harmed, and where love is still needed. In the messy, ordinary spaces of our lives, we’re invited to pay attention, to listen deeply, and to respond with courage and compassion. This is where faith becomes action—imperfect, persistent, and rooted in the belief that things can be made more whole.
Messy spiritual allergies
Much like a food allergy, I’ve found that something just isn’t sitting right with me and the Church. My experiences in spirituality, what I find…
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,…
Loving wide open
The gaps are quickly filling in between the branches as more and more leaves open up each day. As more leaves open and crowd the…
Table manners and global sisterhood
Over eight years ago, I had a conversation about table manners that continues to challenge me. At the time I was a canonical novice and…
Someone else’s Jackie: a soliloquy to my newborn daughter
As I came walking down the hall to return to you just now, returning triumphant with the coffee I set out to retrieve, I saw…
An empty tomb
Happy Easter! On this Holy Saturday the Easter story, read from the Gospel of Mark, left me more confused than comforted. This is how Mark…
Holy Week in images
This is a Holy Week, a week to review all of salvation history. This is a week to enter into the story of Jesus’ last…
On bedtime routines and the preferential option for the poor …
I had a Jesus moment while putting my daughters to bed the other night. My 3 year old was sick: fever, cough, runny nose, etc.,…