Reflections

How the Lost Get Found

While at work the other day I got a text from one of my sons, “where is the video camera?” After spending five minutes making sure I had each word spelled correctly and had properly punctuated, I texted him back. Ten seconds later his response indicated that he had...

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Don’t Make Me Get the Spatula

The implements of discipline have changed over time. Back in the old days, some pretty harsh punishment was used to keep one’s offspring under control. I can remember my father talking about the barber’s strap being the preferred “rod of discipline” utilized most by...

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Better Than Your Waffles

This tale of a Christmas long, long ago is what makes me appreciate the more uninteresting holidays of the past few years. Let me take you back to a time when daddy was gone far too much, and the children and I were stranded up in the cold north, far away from family....

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A Receptive Instrument

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...

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Homework, Essays and Projects, Oh My

 ”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...

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Lost At The Mall, Tales of Miscommunication

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...

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Bugs and Baseball

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...

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Mom, The Boys Are On the Roof Again

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...

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Yes-O-Holic

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...

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Mothering the Masses

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...

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Ministry Relic

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...

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Sunday Sideshow

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...

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