Today, we are celebrating #tbt (throw back Thursday) by re-posting one of our favorite blogs be Angela about being grateful for her divorce. It’s not what you think… Light me up a pumpkin spiced candle, let my feet crunch as I walk over brightly covered leaves, and zip me into a parka when the fall wind nips at my nose. I love all that is fall. I love this season, and in particular, this week of Thanksgiving, where with it brings reflections on gratitude and abundance. During times of transition or grief, it may be difficult to feel gratitude or
Month: November 2015
As I knelt near the edge of the pew, angelic voices of small children singing alleluia mingled with the faint yet familiar aroma of incense filling the cavernous cathedral of St. Cecilia. I looked down, my hands folded in prayer, as row after row of the faithful in front of me, beside me, and behind me filed slowly to the front of the church. I avoided making eye contact with those receiving the small sacred wafer. I knew I no longer belonged. As a second grader in Sister Leodegar’s class preparing for months for my first holy communion at St.
My girls thought it a stroke of genius when deciding that we should create costumes to portray that cast of Disney’s “Inside Out” for Halloween. My dad and I are always up for a good costume and readily agreed to be part of the plot. We stayed in character for the better part of two hours. I played the part of “Sadness,” which is contrary to my general disposition, but given that I was better suited to “stuff my sweater” for the round character, I did my part. I snuffed out the light in my eye and ultimately channeled my