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Browsing Tag: Lent

It’s that “Bother” Word that Counts

I struggle a lot with the big picture–if you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you are nodding your head right now, because you know I’ve been struggling with it. Call it whatever you want: mindfulness, being proactive, taking action. Getting my head out of my you-know-what, even. But the big picture is so big sometimes I cower in front of the magnitude of it. Tell me I’m not the only one. These past weeks have–by forcing me into the big picture, whether I want to see it, or not–put a spotlight on this little failure of mine: the school massacre in Parkland, Florida. The beginning of Lent, with its focus on the Big Picture itself. The quiet waiting on news from my literary agent, which usually sends me into a paralyzed tailspin not unlike inertia. So many things that I fret about, think about, wonder about–have Great Ideas about–I don’t act upon as often or consistently as one would expect from a 41-year-old grown-up with a mortgage. It’s a lot of life slipping…

You Say Fasting, I say Complete Life Overhaul

It’s Ash Wednesday today–the beginning of Lent here in Catholic Christian Land–and I’m off to the girls’ school this morning for mass and the annual smear of holy dirt on the ol’ forehead. They’ll be looking for me, my girls, and I’ll be sure to sit in the middle of the church, where we can all see each other, so that they know I’m here for them and that we’re on this journey (you know: life, faith, family, to the grocery store to stock up on fish for Fridays) together. They asked me yesterday to explain “ordinary time”–those lulls between church holidays and the preparations for them–because they had been taught that ordinary time was ending in order for this new season to begin. In that vein, I’m using this day to start fresh. I had a whole list of resolutions written up as we flipped the calendar to 2017 two months ago, and blog post ideas galore, and Life-Changing Habits to begin (like the all caps there? Do you sense the importance…

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…