Made to Play, Made to Imagine: The Spiritual and Emotional World of Childhood
“A parent that wastes time with their children, playing with them, accompanying them, this is love. And this is how faith is passed on.” —Pope Francis
I’m Excited to Be Launching a New Supervision Series, called Mentorship Behind the Scenes
Most professionals get one hour of supervision a month—if that. Whether it’s once a month or twice a week, it still never feels like enough. Because we’re giving so much—and we need more support than we’re getting.
Could Call This “Jesus, Take the Wheel”… But I Won’t. Even Though I Should.
It was an awful experience—but an important one. Another moment where the Savior got to be the Savior. Where I knew I wouldn’t have been enough without Him. And while I won’t go looking for moments like that, I’m grateful He allows them.
When I Feel Frozen: A People Pleasers Guide to Saying Hard Things
Most of the time, it’s conflict that triggers it, and not just at night. A strong people-pleasing part of me gets activated—one I’ve spent years working on but that still speaks loudly. Its anxious protests often short-circuit my ability to think clearly enough to make the next best decisions.
At the heart of it, I want to have it all:
I want to express my needs…
And I want the other person to stay happy with me.
The Priest Fell at Mass and it Triggered My Trauma
It reminded me that healing doesn’t always look polished. Sometimes it looks like surviving. Sometimes it looks like remembering. And sometimes, it looks like realizing that the altar—the place of offering—is also the place where we’re allowed to break.
If I was Mary’s Mother, I would’ve said “No”: A Reflection on the Visitation
She had to go in order for her fiat to become her Magnificat.
Don’t Think I’ve Heard a Homily in 6 Years
And while I’m in a different state of life right now—with all the distractions of family, work, and, frankly, my own interior mess—I’m so grateful for that experience of love. That kiss from Heaven, where Jesus kneels beside me, points to those in the pews, and says, “Watch.”
When Your Friend Floats into the Sky (Ascension Thoughts)
I don’t know why I’m typing this with an Italian accent, but I imagine Simon Peter throwing up his hands like,
“Seriously?! You just left! When you comin’ back?!” Then turning to the others with a smirk and a thumb jerk, “This guy…”
Learning to Mother with Mary
While Mary’s courage inspires me, her surrender—her Fiat—deeply intimidates me. Because if Mary could do it, then so could I. There are many things Mary did that I pray I never have to do. It is terrifying to think about giving up control, especially when it comes to my children…
As a mother, I don’t want to imagine the loss of my child. And yet, I’ve pictured it—more times than I’d like to admit. Intrusive thoughts come unexpectedly, terrifyingly. Even during pregnancy, I remember the vulnerability of knowing how common miscarriages are, wondering: What if it’s my turn? My turn to lose a child. My turn to look death in the eye. My turn to be asked to trust God with something I couldn’t bear to lose.