making sense of life in the details
The following is a transcript of a Raised Catholic podcast episode. To listen to the podcast, click here. My Dog Bailey - Following and Abiding in Light Today is episode 49: Advent: Behold Your God Well, hello friends. You can feel it in the air, it is that time of the year again. To be honest,... Continue Reading →
The following is a transcript from the Raised Catholic podcast. To listen to the podcast, click here. Today is episode 17: Amazing Grace When you think of the word ‘grace’, what comes to your mind? Is it the prayer you say around a table before you eat a meal? The period of time before the late fees... Continue Reading →
The following is a transcript from the Raised Catholic podcast. To listen to the podcast, click here. Today is episode 8: Walk it Out Hi friends, today I’d like to tell you a story about my pup, Bailey, and a walk we recently took together. Bailey was not raised Catholic so far as I know,... Continue Reading →
For the past several years on New Year’s Eve, our sweet hosts have pulled out a sheet of cardboard on which everyone writes their goals for the year ahead in permanent sharpie. One year I wrote that I would find our dog, Bailey, and I did. Another year I wrote that I would run a... Continue Reading →
Everyone’s been asking about how I’m doing with my last child leaving for college. “I’m fine,” I reply. “Surprisingly good, I am just so excited for her.” And it’s true, what a different experience this time around. I’m not gathering up baby pictures and memories. We are way behind on dorm shopping, and I’m okay... Continue Reading →
My dog, Bailey, walks with me and a little ahead. She can often smell or sense things I cannot, so in those moments, she’ll take the lead, but otherwise she stays with me, side by side. With me and a little ahead. It brings back a memory of when I was twenty, invited on retreat... Continue Reading →
I was sitting on a bench trying to make out a song I heard coming from a truck across a parking lot. I was waiting on a message. As I walked the dog today, I asked God to open the door to my heart and come in for a while and speak. It had been... Continue Reading →
apple green kitchen walls pinecones that smell of cinnamon bare feet walking on smooth floors tangy greek yogurt and icy blackberries lungs that fill and empty sun shining through windows mushy dog who holds my gaze flannel and fleece quiet and calm hot coffee and cold milk honey yellow pillow, sky blue... Continue Reading →
My dog does not speak English, though I wish she did. When I leave in the morning, I wish I knew for sure that she understood I am always coming back. She sometimes looks so fearful in those moments just before the door closes; I always think, if we just spoke the same language, it... Continue Reading →
One year ago, we brought our dog home from a rescue shelter in New Hampshire. It was a long journey for her, from Arkansas to New Hampshire to here, and she had at least three different names along the way. It was a long journey for us as well. For many years, I was the... Continue Reading →
