#PrayAcrossAmerica - Life on the Road Less Traveled

March 7, 2022

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#PrayAcrossAmerica: Washington DC

After having couple of my FB posts disappear from my feed yesterday, all about our visit to the UC National Shrine of the Holy Family (a shrine belonging to an eastern rite east of Poland that has been much in the news of late), let me go with abbreviations: UCNSHF for the Shrine, and U_ne for the country. Unless you are looking for it, many people don’t know about this beautiful house of worship that is two doors north (past the retreat house) from the Saint JPII Shine on Harewood. The cornerstone was blessed in 1979 by St. John Paul II; their pastor, Rev. Theodore […]

February 11, 2022

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A mother’s prayer

“So many women in our group are young mothers who want to know God, but are so busy with tending to little ones, they can’t imagine how to find time to pray,” the voice on the other end of the phone said. “What would you say to them?” Actually, these are my people, I thought. I can remember those days like they were yesterday. The time my new foster son punched our priest in the midsection when the kindly man reached out to bless him. The time an elderly man from Kingdom Hall showed up on my doorstep after two nights without sleep and four […]

February 10, 2022

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Joy in the Muck…

This week the 50+ year old septic field at the cabin gave up the ghost, and we discovered the hard way exactly what happens to septic tanks when a forest grows up around it. Tree roots, as it turns out, LOVE septic tanks. Not reciprocated, of course… but at least now we know how to get our plumbing speaking to us again. So I’m a happy camper. As we were going through all this, a friend texted to let me know that her job interview did not pan out. It has been a hard road for her, and my heart went out to her because […]

December 24, 2021

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2021: The Year in Review

A year ago today, as you see from this photo, we were cozied up at the cabin in East Jordan, Michigan. The snow outside the window sparkled, and through the fir trees you could just make out Lake Charlevoix. I’ve always dreamed of living by a lake, and though I couldn’t exactly dive in from my back deck (who am I kidding, I’d never just dive into a lake because I’m afraid of fish), it was a lovely sight. The fire roared and crackled. The kids had their mouths full, so they weren’t bickering. The dogs were splayed on the rug, exhausted from an earlier […]