The pilgrimage of pregnancy
I walked the Camino in 2018. I flew to Spain alone, having spent maybe two weeks halfheartedly practicing my nearly non-existent Spanish...
Proof that God exists
We met in a loud, crowded basement on a Friday night in January. We were college freshmen, still buoyed by the hope of endless...
Impossible
We were married on Easter Saturday. It was the perfect choice, six months to the day of our meeting with our parish priest—the bare...
Lord of all eagerness
When's the last time you climbed a tree? Personally, I haven't the slightest idea. But I can vividly remember the last time I aided in a...
All the married ladies
There's nothing like small children to make you feel like a celebrity. Last weekend, I visited some dear friends and their four young...
Beyond measure
Every time I see him, I want to cry. And no, this is no ex-boyfriend who broke my heart. In fact, he's nearly a perfect stranger. I've...
Here I am
I’d never spent so long looking at Father’s Day cards. Then again, I’d never sent so many, either. The most in years past was surely...
An imperishable crown
Last weekend, I did a sprint triathlon. I'd done one once before, the same race, four years ago. Last time, I had a modest cheering...
On the other side
My heart hurts today. Physically, literally hurts. You see, I work in a hospital. Maybe it's a strange place to start working six months...
The tomb's not empty yet
Today would have been his 64th birthday. He was impossibly hard to shop for—like so many men are—so I probably wouldn't have gotten him...
