Treacherous Brook

One of my very first posts was written a little over the first year of Barack Obama's presidency.  All felt so gloomy.  At the end of that post I used the phrase '...and it was night'.  As it turned out, that really was the beginning of a very personal, close to home kind of nightmare.  My husband has a small contracting business and seemingly overnight, work had vanished.  We had two years of the most hellish time financially in our 35 year marriage.  My 'day job' as the Director of a non-profit paid just enough to keep us in groceries.  We regularly sought God's intervention and prayed that if it was not His will that this crisis be resolved, He would give us the courage and strength to see it through.  Most of all we prayed for and received, peace in this storm.  Provision came.  It came in ways unimaginable to us back then.   Some friends of our from our parish suddenly decided they needed some work done at their home.  Our extended family helped and

I have a love/hate relationship....with Facebook®. While I am prone to keep up to speed by anyone's standard, it seems that they change the format often enough to confuse me just when I think I'm getting the hang of it. Admittedly, I have always been a sort of 'geek'. I like technical things and am curious enough to try and figure out how to use new gadgets as they come up -- within reason. Now, I am not one who needs the latest and greatest right now, but I do like to keep up with my now adult children, long-time friends and various nieces and nephews and their families from day to day. It is one of the benefits of this particular site. Information is another benefit. Of late, there has been an interesting dynamic of widespread opinion and passing of information on the HHS guidelines and its assault on all religious institutions--especially Catholic institutions. It was first through this site that I learned much about how our own Bishop understands the issue

It's no secret that our life profoundly and permanently changed on a beautiful Pentecost Sunday about two years ago. Our first grandchild, Bailee was born to her very proud parents and her delighted grandparents! Those of you who have experienced this wonder in your life know what I am talking about. For some of the rest of you who have that to look forward to...it is nothing short of amazing! In no time at all she has captured the hearts of all of her extended family even causing her Auntie Em to move back home from her life over two thousand miles away. All for good reason. This new life brings to us all a new hope; a new take on this life of ours and a fresh sense of purpose and meaning. In the past couple of months, Miss 'B' has started something new. When I or her 'Papa' stop by for a visit, she will come running from wherever she is and say with excitement: "I'm right here"! While sharing this with the rest of the family on a recent vac

My husband gets a local newspaper generated from the town is parents and grandparents resided. There is a feeling of 'keeping in touch' with his roots in this that I envy. His Mother's extended family still get together every so often for reunions and we've always enjoyed attending and catching up with his cousins and their families. This morning he showed me a reprinted obituary from that area originally published in 1895. My, what a difference a century makes! It was beautiful...throughout the piece, her 'history' kept coming back to the touchpoint of her Christian faith. It got me to thinking of my own 'touchpoint'. Marie Elizabeth Eilers, born this day, January 13, 1898 in St. Louis, Missouri. Grandma was the daughter of man who, at the time, delivered ice in a horse drawn wagon. The scene of just such a man in the movie "Meet Me In St. Louis" with Margaret O'Brien playing the part of a girl about Grandma's age always sets my

In the midst of the exuberance over our Cardinal baseball World Series win last fall, St. Louisians were shocked and saddened, first by the Amber alert issued for a 13 month old boy and then the unbelievable news that his young mother was being arrested in connection with his death. The cold water of reality took our breath away. There are no words to alleviate our sorrow in this situation, no actions that can make up for what was lost in the promising life of this little guy -- and the loss of a bit of our collective humanity. As Director of a crisis pregnancy office, our responsibility to our clients is always foremost in my mind. In truth, we can never know for sure what home situation a young woman may be facing as she leaves our office after a positive pregnancy test. Though we do our best to ascertain what any and all of her needs may be, there are so many variables in our society--so many things once considered unthinkable that have now, sadly, become the norm. I don