Miranda Kate

Today my 81-year-old grandmother who has recently been diagnosed with cancer for the fifth time sat me down and said to me:  You are the prize—and you need to act like it. Does it really matter?  Who initiates, who texts first, who asks, who says it first, who pays, who brings it up… Does it?…

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. I’ve started writing something about a dozen times and then just hit a wall. It’s easy enough to attribute this to ‘writer’s block.’ However, more than just not knowing how to say what I want to say, I think the problem is that I simply don’t know…

To cherish without coveting, to hold on–but loosely, to let be without letting go: to love with open hands. “I don’t know how to love a man a little, I don’t know how to make my feelings small.” It’s so much easier to cling–or to leave. But love does neither. The process of letting someone…

Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day! It was one of those whirlwind weekends that go by way too quickly. Friday night we had a bonfire, one of my favorite types of gatherings. Saturday afternoon I had the great privilege of witnessing my brother propose to his now fiance. He did it in the church they…

Happy Monday! I hope your week is off to a good start! It is super dreary here today, but warm and supposedly will clear up some as the week progresses–so that’s exciting. This weekend I went to Augusta, GA. It was a fun, relaxed couple of days with a sweet family that has a three-month-old…

“Run while you can.It may hurt now but it will hurt much more laterwhen they tire of trying and let go of your hand.They’ll sit back as you wrestleas you fight to hold onbut their grasp is so light and desire so fickle.They’ll soon try to free themselves when they no longer want what they…

Hello! And happy Monday to you. Mom and I got back around midnight last night from a short trip to the U.K. I feel pretty tired but not too bad considering. Mom’s main purpose of the trip was to attend a seminar on Friday. My main purpose was to have fun galavanting across the U.K.…

I guess I assumed that time would bring about the change I wanted. “Time heals all wounds.” Isn’t that a thing? “It just takes time.” Maybe it does–maybe it’s just a lot longer than I expected. It is painfully frustrating to live the same unwelcome thing over again: the anxiety, anger and distrust that I…

Last night I attended Adoration at my parish. If you have never gone to or heard of Adoration, it is a sort of contemplative prayer in front of the Blessed Sacrament–Christ Himself present in a thin, round wafer. I realize how weird and possibly insane it sounds–but often the most true things appear strange and…