It’s Mother Angelica’s birthday today, April 20.

She was born 100 years ago—grew up in a broken home, struggled with various painful illnesses, and was desperately poor. 

When I read her biography by Raymond Arroyo years ago, I was struck by the resilience of the foundress of EWTN —really, the fou...

We were wrapping up the Q&A session after my talk at an online writer’s conference. The recording had already stopped and I relaxed and stretched my legs under my desk as the moderator asked me to field a final question. 

It was one I’m asked frequently: How do you find time to write? 

I paused.  ...

It was eight o’clock in the morning. My day was in full swing. I had already driven my children to school and was back home again. I had unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher.

As I was heading to my weekly Holy Hour, I checked my calendar and email. And I noticed a message from a publisher I was wai...

In 2008, I started my first blog. It was a simple place to document my days and share pictures of my children. Whenever I finished a post, I would let my family know that an update was available. It was a way that I could share our move to Arizona without clogging up their email with pictures. 

Yea...

Many of us can feel a little squirmy about writing about ourselves; after all, aren’t we supposed to be humble?  Hidden?  And allow the Lord to have the stage?

There are seasons of anonymity for sure; seasons to bury ourselves in Christ and let Him do some deep work.  Being ‘unseen’ itself can be p...

I glance at the computer and hesitate.  The cursor is blinking at me, waiting and wordless.

A few minutes later, rather than writing, I find myself sorting socks or organizing a drawer. The refrigerator is being cleaned out and the shelves straightened. 

Time—which I do not have any excess of—drib...