My mom regularly threatened my siblings and me with cotillion. Weekly, it seemed, our manners would horrify her at the dinner table, and she would tell us she was going to sign us up for the dancing and etiquette class that’s so popular in the south.

The path back to yourself often has to start somewhere concrete that creates breathing room before anything else is possible. You can't discern clearly when you're drowning. You can't hear God's voice when everything is too loud.

Homeschooling parents have the benefit of additional time and space to provide this primary education — but we have to stay close to Christ to do so.

Have you ever walked into a situation where you didn’t know how God would meet you there? Where you signed up for something because He gave you a nudge but you had no clue about the end goal?

How often do you wish you could take your words back? How much time do you spend practicing virtuous speech? We train our bodies and our minds, but have you ever considered training your tongue?

I walked into the quiet, dark hospital chapel and sat before the crucifix. Still in my dress and flats, I had been prepared for quite a different evening. On my way to lead my parish’s last bible study of the year, I received a call that one of my children was experiencing a medical emergency.