Years ago, as Pinterest began to monopolize a bit too much of my time, I read an article that changed the way I saw my belongings. "The Japanese Closet" or something of the sort. I was in a newborn haze at the time, I don't remember much. It introduced (to me at least) the concept … Continue reading Why Every Catholic Should be “Tidying Up.”
My oldest man cub turned 13. He started his birthday as any other day. Waking to his alarm at 5:30 am, putting the kettle on for his tea, showering, trimming his nails, dressing, then finding his Mom to tell her about all the ideas and observations he's made since the last time we spoke. It … Continue reading The Merit Behind “Unready”
There's been a cheerful resurgence of mid-century style of late. Teak legs give footing to every base imaginable, color-blocking and geometric shapes lend interest to the simplest structure, and the landscape of home design is generously sprinkled with atomic pop. A peak of taste that I find, personally, delightful. Something about that era's aesthetic, with … Continue reading For the Love of Mid Century.
"Sometimes she must leave God at the altar, and find Him in her housekeeping." - St. Frances of Rome I wish I had read this a few years ago. In my quiet, and my loneliness. In a matter of months after plunging into marriage with our eyes closed and hearts open, we newlyweds found … Continue reading When The Lord Calls You to Quiet.
I've recently been struggling with a weakness that's been sheltered in my darkest self as long as I can remember. That ugly whisper that waits just on the cusp of all that I do - listening, taunting, itching to poison me. Vanity. It's my vice of choice. Alcohol? No thanks, I'm already tired. Drugs? Nope, … Continue reading Saint Germaine Cousin. For an old vice.