A Mother's Heart - Part 5
This is the conclusion of a five-part entry written by “Anonymous". Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 and Part 4 Keep Calm and Carry On When I was a young mother, I distinctly remember thinking about how…
A Mother's Heart - Part 4
This is the fourth of a five-part entry written by “Anonymous". Read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 A Marian Response A good priest friend of ours (Ah yes…another one of those good priest friends.…
A Mother's Heart - Part 3
This is the third of a five-part entry written by “Anonymous". Read Part 1 and Part 2. Checking Boxes Let’s admit it, we have ALL looked askance at our neighbor and said in our heart of hearts, ‘I’m…
A Mother's Heart - Part 2
This is the second of a five-part entry written by “Anonymous". Read Part 1 here. “Got any tips for being a saint?” When my daughter was little, back when we only had half of the number of children…
A Mother's Heart - Part 1
This is the first of a five-part entry written by “Anonymous". Let me begin selfishly…by talking about me. I am an only child. My parents divorced when I was 7. I lived with my mother throughout my…
A Gift for Himself
It was strange that my friend invited me to his new home today out of all days. Especially after what happened three years ago. That was not a moment I want to remember. A dark and ugly scene of…
What Have I Received from Encourage?
A place to tell our story – When a family member first comes to our Encourage group, he or she is given as much time as needed to tell their story. In my case, I probably spent an hour or more on the…
Encountering "The Living Flame of Love"
By “Monnica” (not her real name), an anonymous EnCourage mother I was in such a fog of anguish that first night after our son told us that he was “gay”, that I couldn’t sleep. All night long I just…
Our Lord Sent Help
When we first sent him to college, Tommy was a very bright, nice young man, although socially behind his peers due to his Asperger’s tendencies. Throughout his time at college, my husband and I would…
We Fall Down and Get Up... Conclusion
Click HERE to read Part 1 of this entry “Who Are You?” In the early 00’s, my then-lover moved to San Francisco and I wept with sadness and joy. Ultimately all the things I was doing were for him.…
