My Kind of Prayer

My Kind of Prayer

When I was a kid, I prayed all the time.  I prayed to St. Anthony, and St. Christopher, and St. Cecilia, who I chose as my saint, because I liked her name.  I prayed the “Our Father” on rosary beads in catechism school and sipped apple juice that was subbed in for communion wine. I’m … Continue reading

What Matters in the End

What Matters in the End

When I was in college, there was this cemetery close to campus that I’d pass from time to time.  Hemmed in by a black wrought iron fence, it ran parallel to a busy street filled with passing cars and lined with houses filled with students. I liked being in this cemetery.  I’d walk between the … Continue reading

A Gratitude Manifesto

A Gratitude Manifesto

I write down things I’m grateful for every few days or so. I do it because my mind leans anxious.  I do it because, like everyone else, my future is uncertain.  And sometimes, when I find that I am just getting through the day – if there’s extra flesh on my arms or my bank … Continue reading

The End of Judgment

The End of Judgment

For most of my adult life, I’ve felt like a marionette, sort of helpless at the hands of my mind.  It’s not easy to write that.  It’s like handing over a page of my diary. But it’s the truth.  I wake up at 3 a.m. from worry more often than I’d care to admit. I … Continue reading

You Are Capable of Amazing Things

You Are Capable of Amazing Things

I think we all need to find something in ourselves that no one else can lay a hand to.  Jane Eyre called it an “inward treasure.”  To me, it’s like a second heart.  And unlike the hearts that pump blood, these hearts can’t be injured. And while we go looking for these things, these second … Continue reading

Love More, Worry Less

Love More, Worry Less

Love casts a wide net.  We tend to think of love in terms of “I do’s,” freshly cut umbilical cords and golden anniversaries.  But love is so much more alive than that.  Love is like one of those huge boxes of crayons.  Lots of colors. Love can live in places.  Like in a birthday card … Continue reading

(Not) Growing Up

(Not) Growing Up

When I was a little girl, I was afraid of growing up.  I’ve never done well with change, and I thought that – somewhere between coffee and tax returns – my world might lose its magic.  I’m relieved to know now that this isn’t true.  I think most of us never really grow up at … Continue reading

Take It Easy

Take It Easy

When I was at the hospital yesterday, The Jungle Book was playing on TV in the pediatrics’ section.  So as I waited to do the whole co-pay thing, I watched.  There were no kids, no moms, no noise – which is not how I remember my childhood doctor’s appointments. I remember being 86 pounds, covered … Continue reading