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It’s the Catholic Playoffs, and Somebody Just Fumbled the Ball

Let’s talk about faith (faith-a, faith-a, faith-AHHH–baby!), shall we? You guys know that I’m Catholic, the product of a devout mom and a Christian-but-not-Catholic dad (I asked him once why he’d agreed to raise us in the faith if he didn’t believe in it. His response? “Because your mother wouldn’t marry me if I hadn’t.”). I took a long circle after my teenage years, kind of drifting my way away from Catholic Land (with the occasional visit back to see if the climate was still inhabitable) while I figured some stuff out, then coming back to it with a faith that was all my own, if that makes sense. And then I went and married a Christian-but-not-Catholic-and-never-gonna-be-Catholic guy myself. Karma is a hilarious thing.  I think you also know that we send our kids to a Catholic school. We love the place, and even though we kind of get this wide-eyed blinky twitching action going in our faces when we realize that tuition for one kid will not be…

Just One of Many (Just One More Time)

Note: I don’t normally repost essays I’ve previously written, but I’ve been thinking about this one a bit lately–or, actually, this topic. See, April holds the anniversary of the days on which both David’s and my father died. And right now, there’s a lot of bad talk in the news–people being hated, the people who are hateful being hated themselves, all that usual stuff that swirls around our world on a daily, weekly basis. And I just find myself withdrawing from it all: I will say that these past couple of weeks I’ve actually liked those cat memes that keep popping up on Facebook more than my friends’ actual status updates. It hurts me to admit that. I’m not someone who wears my faith on my sleeve, partially because I don’t feel like being lumped into any sort of stereotype (I know. How very Peter of me), and mainly because faith is something I stumble through every day, picking my way through the fields (sometimes meadows, sometimes gravel) of belief like a stranger trying to find her way in…

Getting a Little Meta Up in Here

Want to hear something creepy? Sometimes, when Cian’s face is right beside mine, and I hear his little lungs working, I breathe in as he breathes out, so that I’m breathing the air that just left him. I know. Go get my straitjacket. I did it with all of my babies (I love how I say “all of my babies,” like I had a herd. Three is a lot. But three is not a herd). There’s just something so…I don’t know. Pure. Amazing. Miraculous. His breath is from the same lungs that were practicing this move a year ago, inside me.  He was once a part of me. I was once a part of him. And now he’s here, almost nine months later, growing because of me, or in spite of me, I don’t know, but regardless, he’s flourishing. And it’s awesome (I mean that in the awe-inspiring way, not the “dude, I just totally scored a coupon for a free pumpkin spice latte!” way) to witness. His bedtime feeding is my favorite part of the day…