As I continue out of hibernation there is often a lagging sense of fatigue. A strange paradox to feel exhausted after many months being sequestered.
I have no idea of anyone reads these thoughts of mine. Honestly, it doesn’t matter. Having a blog can be quite cathartic. There is a
What does ice cream, the diaconate, and President Biden have in common? Bear with me… Sometimes it’s difficult to make a choice and stick to
I can be snarky at times; just ask my mom. She’ll tell you that I was grounded most of 10th grade because of my mouth.
My morning routine places me in the summer prayer chair, a wicker rocker/glider that sits in our courtyard overlooking the field, facing east. I’m out
If COVID-19 wasn’t a ‘thing’, Catholics all over the world would gather at some point in May to honor the Blessed Mother with May Crownings.