What a dumb phone taught me about resting in reality
About six months ago, I ditched my iPhone and bought a dumb phone, which, in the age of home internet, tablets, computers and smartwatches, honestly isn’t saying much. I still…
Maybe your vocation isn’t marriage — and that’s OK
Ever since I was a little girl in pigtails, I’ve been influenced to believe happy endings involve a beautiful couple riding off into the sunset to live happily ever after….
A daily check-in for a happy marriage
One’s relationship with God is better able to grow and thrive when one is praying a daily examen — a practice that allows one to reflect on the day and…
Expanding our definition of fruitfulness, no matter our vocation
“When our own spiritual lives bear fruit, we become filled with joy, which is the clearest sign of faith’s grandeur.” The above quote is one of my favorite lines from…
How God taught me to thank him in advance for my vocation
The last two years of my life have been a whirlwind of change! Yet with gratitude I recognize these years as the best time of my life. I went from…
Books on my journey from daughter to bride (Part 2)
Once I felt confident that God was calling me to marriage, and once the waiting game of “who” my husband would be was mostly behind me, I needed a new…
Books on my journey from daughter to bride (Part 1)
During my recent move from one apartment to another in preparation for my fast-approaching wedding, I realized once again how many books I own. While I’ve promised Dominic, my soon-to-be-husband,…
Making the most of your single years
Being single can be a heavy cross to bear, especially when many of your friends are married and have children. For me, I’m at the point in life where women…
Mary, my mother: The power of Marian consecration
It happened in the back of a cop car: the Blessed Virgin Mary showed me her motherly care. It began while I was stuck in traffic on a daytrip bus…
A homemaker’s — and every woman’s — secret weapon
I did not want to quit. I was holding onto my “dream job” with clenched fists, but I could sense the voice of the Holy Spirit prompting me to let…