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May, a book reading, and spreading the love

I love that it’s May.  This has always been a favorite month of mine, a month when things are blooming and it’s not too hot yet and when you know that summer vacation is just around the corner.   It’s also the month of Mother’s Day and the traditional time for honoring Mary.  I’ll be doing exactly that on my blog over the next few weeks (stay tuned for more).

The first weekend of May was also made special by a book reading of Random MOMents of Grace.   It was organized by a group of the best friends anyone could ever wish for.  They handled all of the invitations and set up a gorgeous food table and  arranged garden flowers into breathtaking bouquets.

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What made it even nicer is that all of the profits from Saturday’s book sales are heading to the Newtown Lions’ Club Sandy Hook Elementary Fund, which pays for counseling for those who were affected by the tragedy last December.   (If you are interested in donating yourself, please check out their link above.)   It is going to be a hard Mother’s Day for lots of people in Newtown, and I’m grateful to be able to do a little something to help.

Have a happy Monday … and don’t forget to plan something special for your mom for next weekend!

Blog Tour Stop #6: A visit to Girl With Blog

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Every time I wish someone a “Happy Monday,” it always feels slightly like an oxymoron.   Can a Monday truly be happy?

If you’re visiting Girl With Blog, it can!     Click here for Blog Tour Stop the Sixth, where Anna — herself a mom  – has rolled out the welcome mat.   She wrote a lovely review of the book and is hosting a giveaway, too.  (And while you’re there, be sure to check out her honest and upbeat posts about motherhood and faith and some really delicious-looking recipes.)

The tour continues tomorrow.  See you then!

Self-portrait, inspired by Sarah’s book review

This is how I looked when I read Sarah Reinhard’s review of Random MOMents of Grace.

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She liked it.  A lot.

(And yes, I think you can tell why I am a writer, not an artist.)

If you go to Sarah’s blog, you can not only read her review, but you can still enter the giveaway to win your very own copy of the book!  (Have you entered yet?)

See you back here tomorrow for Stop #3 on the Random MOMents of Grace Blog Tour.  We’ll be visiting the blog-home of a very gracious lady.  Until then!

…and we’re off!

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The official Random MOMents of Grace Blog Tour has begun!
  Huzzah!

Please check out my welcome message below, and come back to this site each day between now and May 3 to visit a variety of really terrific blogs.  (I have a feeling you’ll find some new favorite bloggers along the way.)

And if you aren’t in the habit of praying the Loyola Press 3-Minute Retreats, today is a great day to start.

Thanks for touring with me!  See you on the “road”!

He is risen!

 

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He is truly risen!

A blessed Easter to you and yours.

What starts like a scary tale ends like a fairytale

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Earlier this week,  I was housebound by a cold of truly epic proportions.  (I still have it, but I’m no longer housebound.  You can only write so many days of substitute lesson plans before throwing in the towel and hauling your sick carcass back to the classroom).   Anyhow, as I lay on the sofa groaning, the boys and  I re-watched The Court Jester, a wonderful old movie from the 1950s.

Have you seen it?  It’s hard to classify: a musical/comedy/swashbuckling adventure featuring Danny Kaye and Glynis Johns and an extraordinarily young Angela Lansbury.  It’s about a tyrant king who has usurped the throne from the real royal family, and the band of Robin-Hood-esque outlaws who try to overthrow him.  It’s quirky and delightfully weird, with swordfights  and cardboard-looking castles and great character actors.  Think of it as the grandfather of “The Princess Bride.”  It also features this famously marvelous bit of verbal play:

The movie also has a catchy opening song, which functions as a sort of preview of the story.  The final verse of the song tells us to expect a happy ending, promising that “what starts like a scary tale ends like a fairytale.”

I’ve heard that line many times before. This time, however, it occurred to me that that’s actually the perfect way to describe what happens over these three days of the liturgical calendar.  Good Friday is scary; very scary.  It’s painful and disheartening and sad.

And yet if we can hang in there for two days, something beautiful happens on Sunday.   The sadness is transformed into joy.   The scary tale becomes a fairytale.    And because of it, we all get to live happily ever after.

Hello, Gorgeous!

Look what showed up, just in time for Holy Week.  It’s the first one of the year.

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“Every rose is an autograph from the hand of God,” wrote Theodore Parker.

I couldn’t agree more.

Where to find me

I’m in two places at once today  (talk about multitasking!).

Over at MotheringSpirit, I’m sharing a guest-post about what nurtures my mothering spirit.  (Hint: it’s a piece of furniture.)  While you’re there, check out the entire series, and the other beautiful posts.

And at Days of Deepening Friendship, an excerpt from my book is part of the online Lenten retreat based on Vinita Hampton Wright’s book Praying Freedom.    Vinita has a knack for getting to the spiritual heart of the matter, and her blog is a refreshing pause in a busy day.  You can also check out a video of Vinita talking to me about the spirituality of motherhood.

Hope to see you there!

Whirlwind of a weekend at LA Congress

I’m draggin’ my wagon this week, but I can’t complain.  My exhaustion is due entirely to the über-blast I had at the LA Religious Education Congress.

LA Congress, as it’s known, is a yearly chance to hang out with 30,000 of your closest Catholic friends in the Anaheim Convention Center.   Words can’t describe the feeling of that many people all there for a common goal.  It is overwhelming and energizing all at once.  They have an incredible variety of speakers, and they have multicultural liturgies like you’ve never seen — you can go to a Hawaiian Mass, an Urban Fusion Mass, a Nigerian Mass.   I went six years ago for the first time, vowed to go back again soon, and then promptly had children and never returned.

But this year, my parents heroically watched the boys for two nights so Scott and I could go to the conference.   It took us a while to acclimate to the reality of traveling sans kids; we kept looking around the airport and wondering where we’d left the carseats.  It was equally odd to be on a plane without having to keep a small person fed/clean/entertained/contained.  I actually read a book!  Amazing!

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The cool thing about L.A. Congress –beside the great speakers they have — is that even in a crowd that size, you see lots of people you know.  I ran into (almost literally) my former eighth grade teacher Sister Pat McCormack, IHM, who was one of the speakers.   So cool — and I was even wearing St. Simon royal blue!

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I also got to  hang out with Lisa Hendey of CatholicMom.com – always a treat.   (There’s a reason why so many people like Lisa: she’s so warm and fun and real.)

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The main impetus for going this year was the chance to connect with  folks from Loyola Press.   It always feels funny to work so closely on a book without actually meeting the people who are acquiring and editing and marketing it.  Loyola (like nearly all of the Catholic presses)  had a booth at the conference, and I was so eager to meet the people I’ve gotten to know over email and phone.   I was absolutely blown away by how welcoming, passionate, energetic and energizing everyone was.   It was an amazingly fun group to spend a weekend with.  I wish I could hang out with them a lot more often.

Here I am with my terrific editor Vinita Hampton Wright, who was sharing her new book Praying Freedom: Lenten Meditations to Engage Your Mind and Free Your Soul (which, by the way, I highly recommend if you are looking for a meaningful and manageable Lenten prayer guide).   Vinita did an amazing job editing my book and catching the little things I missed.  It was so great to meet her in person.

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The Loyola people also filmed some video clips of me being interviewed about my book, which they’ll be using for promotion.  The last time I was filmed was probably on my wedding video almost eleven years ago, but they were pros and made the whole experience relaxing and fun.  (I just hope they don’t do an out-take reel.  Ooof.)

And it was a thrill to see Random MOMents of Grace at the Loyola booth!    The publication date was supposed to be April 1st, but the books arrived so early that  they actually made it to LA Congress.   It was sort of a “pinch me” moment, quite honestly.   I’m on the same display shelf as Margaret Silf!  No WAY!

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And, as if the weekend weren’t already off-the-charts fun, I got to finish it off with a visit with my sister Amy.  She lives in SoCal and we don’t get to see each other nearly enough.  Having lunch with her was the icing on the cake.

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As weekends go, it was definitely two thumbs up.  I don’t think I’ll wait six years before going back.

How one dinner can change your life

Twelve years ago tonight, I sat in a café having dinner with a dark-haired guy who had glasses and a kind face.  Our conversation was easy and fun and went on for hours, in spite of the fact that it was a school night for me and it was a half-hour drive back home for him.   Even after I finally put on my coat at about 10:30, we still sat at the table chatting for quite a while.  Neither one of us was in any hurry to end the evening.

Ten months later, we were engaged.

Not long ago, Matthew asked me, “Mommy, why did you marry Daddy?”  I found that a fascinating question, coming from a six-year-old.   And there are so many ways to answer the question.  He is kind.  He is smart.  He gets me.  I told him  my most deeply personal stories and they didn’t scare him away.  He is handsome.   He is open-minded towards those who see the world differently.  I knew he would be a good daddy.   All of those answers are true.

But maybe, it comes down to this: I married him because on February 8th, 2001, I sat with him at a small candlelit table in downtown Palo Alto and we talked for hours and nothing short of a nuclear blast could have pulled either one of us away from that table.  We did not want the conversation to end.  And, in a way, it never has.