I was watching the Pro-Life March on Washington for most of the day. I’ve smiled at how young the protesters look, marveled at the immense
When I was a girl, Santa Claus always came while we were at Midnight Mass. It was one of my favorite traditions. We would get
There’s a young couple at church that we like hanging out with. They’re in their twenties and just starting out, but so smart and fun
One of the few memories I have of both of my grandfathers is of their reverence for the Blessed Sacrament. When we would drive past
Rape, incest, and mother’s life…oh, and abused children. Better aborted than abused. How many times have we heard these “acceptable” exceptions to an outright ban
I have a dear long-time friend who once confided in me that he was a post-abortive dad. We had been talking about the loss of
(follow-up to the brilliant piece by J.Q. Tomanek) 1. Help him get to Heaven. This is the most important job for every Catholic woman.
For the last week or so, thousands of people in blue have flocked to Austin to show their support for the unborn among us and
From a talk with my eldest. With her permission. Because teenagers need to know that they’re not alone. Another bonus of NFP…it makes it easier
I love to sing…… Love. It. I’m not really all that great at it. In fact, I’m pretty bad. It’s a fact I’m pretty comfortable
**Originally written in December of 2009** #6 and I went Christmas shopping at the mall yesterday. cheap viagra I was looking for gifts, and
***Warning:This is a Crying Post, Grab Your Kleenex*** Three years ago, we lost our Bernadette half-way through pregnancy to a knot in her cord.
Armies everywhere used to march into battle with their standard bearer (the guy with the flag) right up front. He was the visual proclamation of
I have been told more times than I can count that if I were truly against abortion I would have to be pro-contraception. “Contraception prevents unwanted pregnancies,” the argument goes, “so putting women on reliable birth control would cut down on unwanted pregnancies and there would be fewer abortions.”
C. was our gift of joy out of pain. I was pregnant with him a mere six weeks after the still birth of his sister.
It was just the other day, during a phone conversation with my 90 year old grandmother, when she asked, “Who are you?” I paused for
“Offer it up” is the mantra of my children’s childhood. Don’t want to clean your room? Hate the broccoli? “Offer it up. Work on your
“Your kids rock!” A friend of mine told me the other day, and she was right…they do rock. They’re phenomenal children and more importantly, they’re
