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Ladies, whether we realize it or not, we are facing a battle every day.

We face battles in our homes, in our relationships, and in our cluttered hearts and distracted minds. We want a Pint...

I will be joining a panel of women in a much needed conversation about anxiety.

Are you familiar with anxiety?

(I will give you a moment to contain your laughter before I continue)

By definition, anxiety is an emotion characterized by feelings of tension, worried thoughts...

Hello Friends!

Praise the good Lord up above, we have had a sunny and glorious weekend here in Connecticut! I don't know about you, but April flew by, and May feels like a burst of fresh hope!!!

To kick off this month of May- the month of Mary, I thought it would be fun...

Quarantine has allowed me to to break the tradition of saying, "This is the year I am going to do (fill in the blank)", only to never do it.

For example, for the last 26 years (Yes. TWENTY SIX) I have announced to my family during Lent, "This is the year I am making hom...

The last decade was quite possibly the best worst years of my life.

Or the worst best years of my life?

I have a choice as to how I reflect on my forties.

I can look at all the bad...the sin, the terror, the violence, the death, the mourning, the grieving, the panic, the...

I was certain that the quarantine would be over in two weeks because my husband who has the gift of over confidence told me so.

But here is the thing. I do not regret being wrong. And not because I am happy to work on humility, the gift I was not given. But rather, beca...

When Jesus appeared to His friends after rising from the dead, they didn't recognize Him. 

Ever wonder why?

Pondering this in my morning prayer, the response that came to mind immediately was, "Well, that goes for all of us, doesn't it?"

Because when you die to your old s...

Italic calligraphy might not sound like a tactic of the enemy, but trust me it is.

I have attempted to post an Easter message, exciting announcement, and a re-post about Magdalene...but when I hit publish, the font freaks out and morphs itself into italic calligraphy. D...

This forced isolation feels like a bad break up; sitting still in the hurt, wondering when the pain will end, fearing it never will. Most of us were good with two weeks. Can I give up my life for two weeks? Sure. Can I give up my life for three weeks? Um...starting to...