Our bodies are complex, intricate mysterious things. They are not outer shells or machines that come with a user’s manual. There is a lot going
Wives should be subordinate to their husbands as to the Lord. -Ephesians 5:22 I used to think that being submissive or subordinate meant that you
For the first 7 years of our marriage, I tried my darndest to be the best husband on the planet. “Get over yourself, Nic” was
(This post is part of a series. Read Part 1 here.) Until I put it into the context of the child and parent relationship, I never understood
Whether a woman is expecting her first child, or her fifteenth, pregnancy is filled with many emotions. There is joy and excitement mixed with anticipation
The other night at bedtime, I vowed not to read any stories to anyone who did not clean up their toys. When they saw that
When Lisa Selin Davis told a cabdriver she was going to have an abortion, he pulled the car over on the Brooklyn Bridge in a
My baby woke me up at 11, 2, 4 and 6:30 am. The bug bites keep me uncomfortable. I miss my husband – we’ve been
“Christianity, it is said, owes this, that, and the other to Judaism. It has borrowed this, that, and the other from Hellenism. Or from Essenism.
About eighteen months into my marriage I was assessing my spiritual life when I realized something: while I had a wonderful relationship with God the
You are for me. Each of you. All of you. You breathe for me. You are for my sake. You work for me. You accumulate
I always thought that wedding rings should be simple, like tiny little handcuffs that you would use to happily shackle yourself to another person for
Ten years ago, I crossed a modest stage in a well-lit gymnatorium at a private, Protestant school. I was one of 14 high school seniors
I could be very mistaken, but I suspect that the majority of readers here and at other Catholic blogs are somewhat in the choir. If
“We have so much time, and so little to do… Stop, strike that, reverse it.” – Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. I have a
With my own marriage mere weeks old now, I can’t help but reflect on this notion that you have to be 100% sure about the person you
“I can’t believe you have a freakin’ kid.” I hear that phrase a lot now from my old high school and college friends. “I know,”
The news is full of violence. It is hard not to become desensitized to the terrible ways humans treat humans. A recent story that really
At the risk of redundancy, I am going to foist one more of these articles on you. This is a topic I am extremely passionate
I’ve been hearing a lot lately about mixed marriages–from friends, from Catholic bloggers, etc etc. I’ve toyed with the idea of writing a little about
There are a few things that I do every day. I brush my teeth. I drink a cup, or three, of coffee. I check my
