Mothering is a constant laying down of one’s life for another. It often means not getting enough sleep.

Friends my age are quick to remind me when I make statements about being old that I am NOT old. But I AM growing older. I am aware that my capabilities, efficiency and resourcefulness have diminished. I thought of what my mom was fond of saying, "Growing old is not for the faint of heart." But isn't there a blessedness to humility, a strength in weakness, an intimacy to dependence? With these thoughts in mind, I made my first attempt at a Lyrical Sonnet. Completing t

Yesterday I spoke at a friend's baby shower. She is a first time mom a month away from her due date. I asked her to think with me about...

“Is it not true that the world would be far worse off if not for the prayers of mothers?”

Monica, Saint Augustine's mother, followed him from country to country around the Mediterranean Sea weeping and praying for him.