On Doing The Hardest Thing First

Yesterday, my daughter walked through our front door carrying four hours worth of homework in her backpack. After a snack and quick-ish recap of her day (she’s my talker), she handed over her iPhone and pulled out her super-sized literature textbook. Last year, her freshman year, we all learned the hard way that dilly-dallying and procrastination, though powerfully alluring, result in nothing but yuckiness. It is a horrible feeling to be faced…

The all-consuming work of salvation

  It wasn’t until I moved into my brand new husband’s basement apartment in Chicago that we were properly introduced to one another’s quirky compulsions. Mine included leaving half-drunk mugs of cold coffee in every room, and his involved reusing the same brown paper lunch bag for weeks at a time until it was soft and misshapen. Troy was also surprised by my knack for transforming random household objects into containers for…

The Next Right Thing

  I was folding laundry the other day, not expecting any grand epiphanies to come my way but lo and behold while pairing some mismatched socks, I was blessed by a game changing revelation. Ancient Faith Radio was playing in the background. My mind was wandering, truth be told, until Fr. John Oliver’s soothing voice cut through my scattered mental meanderings and lured me back to attentiveness. His “Hearts and Minds” podcast…

“Go home and love your family”

  Seven hours in to our fourteen-hour road trip back home, after ten days of family vacationing, our van started closing in on us. The books and snacks, drawing pads and empty to-go coffee cups littered about our feet seemed to multiply and swell. We were irritable and claustrophobic as the sun began to set. All six of us struggled internally to avoid bickering with one another. Under the weight of so…