My social media feeds blew up several days ago with friends near and far sharing their disgust over words an Iowa lawmaker spoke on the floor of the Iowa House. The lawmaker at the center of the kerfuffle is Representative Beth Wessel-Kroeschell who stands in opposition to a bill here in Iowa banning telemed or webcam abortions. In response, many prolife media outlets naturally issued stories with headlines reading, “Lawmaker says crying baby is reason for abortion!” Or, “Democrat Legislator: A Colic, Crying Baby is a Good Reason for an Abortion.” And while I agree they were right to call out Wessel-Kroeschell on the colic comment, it was another word that caught my attention. What was that word? Limits. . . . → Read More: What “I Know My Limits” Really Means
How should parishes and dioceses enter into the grief of post-abortive parents? How should the local Church recognize and remember the lives lost to abortion? . . . → Read More: Can Miscarriage and Abortion Grief Coexist Peacefully?
A couple of weeks ago I received a beautiful Christmas card in the mail. Its loveliness was outmatched only by the thoughtful handwritten two-page plus letter found inside. It read, in part, “This year I’ve vowed to send a handwritten note to special people in my life to let them know how I feel about them. Of course, it’s all good stuff!” (Whew. Exhale. Safe to proceed on…) The letter continued with my friend sharing heartwarming thoughts about our friendship and shared experiences.
Receiving that letter was the bright spot of my week, a week where I vowed to spend less time online. I’ve learned that, at times, I lean a . . . → Read More: The Lost Art of a Handwritten Note
Any Antiques Roadshow fans in das haus? While not a regular viewer, I’ve occasionally stumbled on the show and then find myself drawn into the fascinating stories and truths behind the heirloom on display. When the episode ends, I typically look around my house and think: Well, shoot. Look at all this junk. I sure don’t own anything worthy of an Antiques Roadshow spotlight. But maybe I just needed to look a little closer … . . . → Read More: My Not-Ready-for-Primetime Antiques Roadshow Investigation
Over the past few weeks, I have received what I consider rare treasures — handwritten thank you notes from a few family members and friends. I consider them rare as more often than not, notes of gratitude received these days tend to be delivered by way of email and Facebook. Looks like I’m not alone. According to the U.S. Postal Service’s annual survey, the average home only received a personal letter once every seven weeks in 2010, down from once every two weeks in 1987. . . . → Read More: The Lost Art of the Handwritten Thank You Note
About a month ago I read an article in the Wall Street Journal titled “How an Introvert Can Be Happier: Act Like an Extrovert.” As an introvert, the story, naturally, piqued my curiosity. There are many misconceptions floating out there in the universe about introverts and our behavior. A universe, mind you, that just so happens to be dominated by extroverts. So let’s help clear the air a bit. Adapted from Carl King’s 10 Myths about Introverts, here are a few misconceptions many have of us reflective and reserved types. . . . → Read More: If I Could Just Be More Extroverted…
What say you: is it a sin to speed … especially on the way to Mass? . . . → Read More: Is it a Sin to Speed?
What better time to spotlight the work of these good Benedictine monks and brew masters than today, August 2, International Beer Day? . . . → Read More: Celebrating International Beer Day, Catholic Monk Style
Meet Father George Komo, a Kenyan priest who’s been serving in our diocese for a handful of years. In a few months, Father George will leave behind the life as a parish priest and enlist in the Armed Services, on loan to the Archdiocese for the Military Services as a chaplain. We can’t help but wonder if somehow we ran him off. Not we as in just us Schmidts, but we as in first-world Catholics who may very well be just a little too used to getting exactly what we want. . . . → Read More: When the Priest Doesn’t Look Like Us
Consider the following scenario. Your best friend hasn’t returned emails in weeks other than some variation of, “Super busy — get back to you soon.” Do you: A) Fire off an email letting her know how offended you are at her neglect, being careful to recall the times when you were there for her. B) Back off and just wait it out until she decides to get back to you. Try not to get too steamed if it’s a long wait. C) Have fun picking out a humorous “I miss you” card. Send it with a note saying, “Would love to catch up with you when you’re up for it. If there’s anything you need, I’m always here.” Alternatively, if she lives nearby, drop off a batch of homemade baked goods. Maybe she feels guilty over her neglect and is now too embarrassed to re-establish contact. A kind gesture will go further than recriminations. . . . → Read More: Why Don’t Friends With Kids Have Time?