“Tio BrandonAndy!” That’s what our niece has called me and my husband, Andy, since she was 2. She calls us “Tio” because she speaks Spanish. And she calls us...
Family
Indignation is not an emotion I expect to experience during a homily. Inspiration, interest, contemplation, and even occasionally boredom, sure. But the urge...
My wife recently purchased a new T-shirt: black, sleeveless, and adorned with a punk rock cartoon vampire in a nod to one of her favorite shows. When it...
Have you ever spent a long time trying to find something that ended up being in an obvious place? Like when your mom can’t find her cell phone so she calls it...
When my child started at a Montessori school last fall, my husband and I giggled at some of the rules they expected toddlers between the ages of 18 months and...
The grief around weaning all four of my children still echoes in my heart to this day. To know that perhaps never again will my body be capable of giving life...
“You know, it’s not meant to be a reciprocal relationship,” I told the client who was sitting across from me in my psychotherapy office. He’d been lamenting...
When she spied one slender stalk topped by a scaly tip, my young daughter squealed and clapped gloved hands. The sprout had emerged just one inch, virtually...
My 7-year-old recently entered a new stage of life: He got glasses to help him focus in the classroom. He even picked out frames that closely resemble mine...
Work, for the night is coming,When man works no more.—Gospel song by Annie L. Coghill (1854) A year before Dad died, I asked him, “Have you had a happy life?”...
