Family
The frailty of my faith (or, How losing my daughter in the park gave me a glimpse of my own hypocrisy)
I only took my eyes off of her for a few seconds … It’s so cliché, but so damn true. This summer was an unusually…
Hearts on fire for the good of all
Soon after I decided to ask to make my perpetual vows and was approved to do so, I became a bit obsessed with fire. It’s…
Getting ready for the party of my life
For the past three months, I have been happily preparing for the party of my life. This party will include a beautiful Mass, a locally-sourced…
Weaning the weight of wistful nostalgia
I am in the process of weaning my almost two-year-old daughter. Although I have enjoyed a wonderful nursing relationship with her since she was born,…
Baltimore Life, Abundant and Boiling
Note from Sister Julia: I have asked my good friend and occasional Messy Jesus Business contributor, Amy Nee-Walker, to share her perspective on the recent events…
Someone else’s Jackie: a soliloquy to my newborn daughter
As I came walking down the hall to return to you just now, returning triumphant with the coffee I set out to retrieve, I saw…
Our God who Suffers
A few weeks ago, one of my cousins committed suicide. It was a shock to all of us who knew and loved him. His death…
Radical hospitality and responsible parenthood
While driving home from church last Sunday, I watched a man frantically chase a public bus for an entire city block, only to miss it…
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