Reflections

By: Barbara Lishko On a busy Sunday evening just before Mass began, a woman approached me in the narthex and asked if I was Barb. I responded that I was, and she got teary eyed and whispered that her daughter was deeply into drugs. She could no longer hold back her...

 ”Group Project” is a dirty word in our house. Yet the teachers in our schools feel the need to mandate these types of projects in the classrooms. I am sure that their intentions are good and their desire is for the students to learn to work together towards a common...

There was a time back in the day when the kids were little and I would desperately search for ways to get out and do normal mommy things. This usually entailed dragging along the youngins‘ and risking public humiliation. For whatever reason, the mall seemed like the...

Ahh, it’s summertime again. Memories flood back to a time not so long ago, when all of our children played ball.  We were living in Illinois and baseball is what you did with your children in the summer.  If they could lift a bat…they could play organized ball. For...

As mothers, we can all laugh in retrospect about the crazy phone calls and antics of our children. I’m not quit sure if my own kids are “off the charts” when it comes to frolics into the Twilight Zone but they have pulled some “dosies” over the years. Let’s start with...

oldtcw http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fcatholicexchange.com%2F2009%2F02%2F25%2F136038%2F&layout=standard&show-faces=true&width=500&action=like&colorscheme=light I am one of those souls that schools, charities, and...

Mothering the Masses Being a mom for twenty-four years has had an effect in every area of my life.  I feel a real need at times to mother the rest of humanity.  Everywhere I look I see ways to mother people.  Just recently when we were in an airport, some teens I...

I was sitting in my hotel room in beautiful Cleveland, Ohio as a freezing Alberta Clipper whipped outside.  It was the closing day of the National Federation For Catholic Youth Ministers Conference (NFCYM) – now that is a mouthful – and I was contemplating the...

I can remember back to a time when I was the blessed mother of five kids, all under the age of seven. The looks and remarks I would get everywhere were priceless. Of course there were always the comments from kind-hearted souls who would say, “Don’t you know what...