Three words that invite, support, and say, “I am so listening to you.”
Recently, a woman wrote to me and said that she wanted to send one of my poetic wrist wraps to a young girl who has cancer. "Which one do you suggest, Lisa?" She asked. "Hmmm....tell me about her,"...
(dis)regarding our children
Yesterday, I went to a new salon to get my haircut. As I was sitting in the chair and *Tracy was already getting to work on a shorter, cute cut for me, she started to asked me questions – what do...
Dying, birthing, and the extraordinary in the ordinary
In the Space of Dying Lisa A. McCrohan You are an ordinary shrub losing its leaves for the winter in a suburban yard that I’ve walked by hundreds – perhaps now thousands – of times. And yet today, I...
Making Time to Reconnect with Your Partner
“The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image.” ~ Thomas Merton, The Way of Chuang Tzu This past weekend, my...
The Ache of Belonging
Belonging My Darling, how is it that you search for belonging like a poor beggar on hands and knees frantically scrounging the dirt floor for food? My Dear Heart, if you wish, I can continue to beg...
The Ache of Monday Morning
The Ache of Monday Morning by Lisa McCrohan I watch my husband and children hop into the car and drive off to school. I stand there on the front steps, barefoot in my pajamas feeling the cold cement...
Healing “the Bully Within”
The other week, my husband and I actually went out to a nice restaurant to celebrate a friend’s birthday. We never really “go out.” But this time, we got a babysitter and found ourselves sitting...
Raising girls who are “includers” instead of “mean girls”
(Part 1 of 2) I remember walking into the cafeteria of my new school and it was like someone punched me in the stomach. I was in sixth grade. My family had just moved from Virginia to Ohio. At...
Follow what delights your heart
She opened the sweetly wrapped gift from her sister, felt the soft leather between her fingers, and slowly read the words inscribed on the poetic wrist wrap. “What delights your heart?” It read....
A Thousand Graces in Everyday Life
Tonight laying with my son, my hand against his chest, his hand against my cheek, tears came to my eyes. I felt the warmth of his skin, listened to his breath softening and slowing down, and in the...
A Speck of Stardust
There are moments that suddenly stop you and you sense your place in the order of things. I had that moment the other day at mass, sitting there next to my beloved, realizing that someday they'll...
The messages I want my children to get this school year
Can you imagine what your child’s school year would feel like if she received the messages, “I see you” and “You matter” and “I’ll abide with you”? Can you imagine the world we are creating if each child got these messages instead of “hurry up”?
