Refugees at the dinner table

I often check for news on my phone as I prepare dinner of an evening. Recently, after all the children had sat at the table, jumped up at hearing their Daddy come home, hugged and chattered to him, and sat back down again; after grace was said and water poured into cups, and the plates…

Why I Won’t Tell My Kids They Can be Whatever They Want

Image by Bruno Cordioli/Flickr* “What would you like to do when you grow up, kids?” I asked our children the other day. Work as a basketball player, a vet, a detective, a teacher, and a lolly shop owner were answers I got back from the older three. “I want to be an adult when I…

The Ripple Effect of a Slack (or a Great) Lent

Image by Linda/Flickr   I’ll never forget the sharp stab of guilt I felt at the conclusion of Lent a couple of years ago. My eldest daughter had struggled beautifully and mostly successfully to give up sweets, despite her younger brothers and sisters occasionally enjoying them in front of her. “A couple of times I…

There’s No Such Thing as a Non-Working Parent

Article published recently in The Catholic Weekly.   On my blog recently I referred to ‘non-working parents’ and to a school day I spent at home with my young sons as one of my ‘non-working’ days. But of course, while I had not been in any income-producing employment I had worked a lot on that…