Fall 2011

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Exactly What I Wanted

A Baby Changes Everything

Ten years ago, I almost got a Master’s degree. With a semester to go—my on-the-job training—I dropped out to make goo-goo eyes at my firstborn son. A year later, I tried again to finish, and once again dropped out, to make goo-goo eyes at my second born. My advisor became frustrated with me, asking, “When is it going to be YOUR turn?” which I suppose meant, “When are you going to pay attention to... READ MORE


When Spouses Disagree About NFP

too much talk, not enough prayer

Simcha Fisher has written a very good post about why the church doesn’t make a list for what constitutes a good reason to avoid pregnancy.

“If the Church seems distressingly vague, it’s because she doesn’t want to get in the way of the conversation you could be having with God.”

That conversation seems to me the most critical element of practicing NFP. The conversation remains open between husband... READ MORE


Released By Motherhood

God's surprising 'best path' for me

I watched the movie, “Secretariat,” this weekend. Films of man or beast running in slow motion always move me unaccountably, and the show delivered on that point—otherwise, I wouldn’t call it a great movie. Woman knows her horse is a winner, she sacrifices all to prove it, and foments the most famous racehorse in history.

There wouldn’t be a movie if the main character didn’t want something so badly... READ MORE


Growing Up Together

Letting go of spiritual oneupmanship

Coming into our marriage, I assumed that I was more spiritually advanced than my husband. I’d lived a year in poverty, chastity and obedience after all—an entire year of daily Mass, Rosary, and Benediction, plus frequent retreats, and a virtually guaranteed life of grace. Meanwhile, my husband was just a (crinkling nose) Sunday Mass Catholic.

Once or twice I thought that he was holding me back, that... READ MORE


'Independence Is Obnoxious'

The Public Life of the Family

A couple weeks ago, my husband and I had an argument. Things escalated, yadda, yadda, and before we knew it, three days of monosyllabic conversation sans eye contact had ensued.

Then the phone rang. It was my friend Pedge inviting us over to play cards with her and her husband. I agreed, procured a babysitter, and said to my husband, “Do you want to make up so we can go play Euchre?”

Naturally, the... READ MORE


You Cannot Steal My Joy

an Advent Reminder

My friend Pedge never yells at her children. I’ve been watching for many years, hoping to catch her in a weak moment. So many mothers yell, if for no other reason, to let witnesses know that they care about their child’s misbehavior. Not Pedge.

I’ve asked her husband, “So what really happens when we’re not here? Doesn’t she ever just go crazy?” No. Her husband attests, she does not raise her voice.... READ MORE


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