Surrendering to the sacrificial call of motherhood
A few days before Easter during my senior year of high school, I sat on a creaky metal chair in the unshaded open of St. Peter’s square to attend Mass…
A few days before Easter during my senior year of high school, I sat on a creaky metal chair in the unshaded open of St. Peter’s square to attend Mass…
A year or so after my first child was born, a pregnant friend and I were chatting about her plans for childbirth. She was unsure whether or not to use…
Preparing for labor and birth has reminded me of the ancient Latin and monastic saying: memento mori, remembering your death. As I wait through the last weeks of pregnancy with…
During my last two pregnancies, I was a very nervous momma, and without any specific reason. I just always worried about the “what if?” scenarios. I have no history of…
This story was first presented at “This too shall pass: Stories of hope, victory and community,” an Instagram Live event hosted by Ever Eden Publishing and Radiant magazine in order…
I sat in the bathroom sobbing. There was an emptiness, a numbness that was consuming my heart and at times my marriage. It was a slow, engulfing despair that sought…