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"The family that prays together stays together." - Venerable Patrick Peyton
Holy Women's History Month | Lenten Reflections | catholic mom | women's history month
I saw Legally Blonde when it came out in theaters with my cousin. I was just about to turn 13, so seeing a PG-13 movie, especially without my parents, was a big deal. The lasting impression it made, however, concerns femininity. As an adolescent, I felt a tension between my identity as the “smart one” and my love of traditionally “girly” things. I loved wearing dresses. I loved pink. I was curious about makeup. And I read voraciously. My room was filled with books. I earned good grades and enjoyed school for the coursework, not for the social aspects (that would come later). Could you be smart and pretty? Could you love books and lacey dresses? Legally Blonde said the answer was “yes,” and I was here for it, though it took me years to really believe it. Eighteen years, in fact — when I discovered Jewish convert, philosopher, and teacher Edith Stein — later the Carmelite, martyr, and saint Teresa Benedicta of the Cross — and her Essays on Woman. Prefer to Listen—Audio version available!
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Catholic Faith | Christmas Season | holy-family
My daughter has nicknames for the Holy Family. I’m overstating it. She’s one and a half. She thinks she’s saying their names when she calls them Jeejee (Jesus—not to be confused with Gigi, her grandmother), Mon (Mary), and Fofef (Joseph). But I like to think of them as nicknames she uses as she gets to know the people I hope will be even more important to her than her parents.
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Behold Your Mother | pray the rosary | seasons of motherhood
Today we will pray the First Sorrowful Mystery: The Agony in the Garden. I spent a good portion of my first trimester feeling guilty for how miserable I was. After all, I wanted a baby. I was grateful for the baby—at least, I was until the morning sickness and fatigue set in. After that, while I logically knew that my daughter was a gift, all I felt was sick, tired—and, yes, guilty.
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