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Connected through beads and bread

I awoke to the rhythmic murmurs of my mother praying. Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Hail Mary,...

taking my time

Soon after my father died in 2013, I started writing stories that became the beginnings of a memoir about me, my family, love, and faith. A few years ago, I outlined chapters and started drafting a book proposal, and late last year I committed to intentionally carving...

faith of our mothers

Abuelita Faith came into my life after hearing the author, Kat Armas, on the Next Right Thing podcast. As she spoke, I could hardly believe how much of what she said aligned with my experiences related to the formation of my faith and beliefs about the church. Similar...

finding peace

I used to have a magnet on my fridge with the saying, “Peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.”  “Being calm in your heart” is not easy work. That...

embracing joy

Last Sunday at Mass I sat behind a mother holding a sweet little baby boy. He was probably about three months old, still young enough to rest easy in his mother’s arms yet old enough to take in his surroundings with wide eyes full of wonder.  He fell asleep a few...