The most I can offer this unrepentant monster (my former bishop) is a tepid “May the Lord have mercy on his soul,” and a prayer that I might one day even mean it.

You don't need to visit every shrine in Europe or master the Catechism. You don't need elaborate prayer routines, Catholic social media validation, or the perfect saint medal collection.

You need the quiet consistency of showing up—at Mass, in Scripture, through service, in silent moments of surrender. 

Sanctity isn't found in spiritual achievements. It's discovered in the daily yes.

A female fencer has refused to compete against a biological man in a tournament at the University of Maryland. She took the knee and laid down her sword. The judges disqualified her. She is a true champion.

Working on a new creative project involving a lot of research about Zelie Martin (!!!!!! more soon) and man, I just LOVE her.

Wanted to be a nun, but got turned away because of health problems. Didn’t crumble like a cookie but accepted the Lord’s difficult will.

Prayed hard for children, and four of them never saw adulthood. The grief!

Kept a home that was stunning, comforting, and Christ-centered.

Started a business and was so freaking good at it that her husband quit his job to work with her. …

I don’t want reels. I want this to be a place for people who enjoy reading good writing.

I’ll take the thousand words, not the video that replaces them.