All my life I have struggled against traditional limitations placed on leaders in the Catholic Church. It was always taken for granted that those who wanted to pursue religious lives were restricted to the traditional roles of priests or nuns, but I know I am meant for the married life, so I never thought of becoming a religious.

Ain’t no Pussycat Doll

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I was flipping through channels the other night when a new TV show caught my eye. The show was about a group of girls auditioning to be the next Pussycat Doll by singing, dancing and showing off their personalities... whilst being half naked in heels. Whoa!

Wake up to the Risen Son

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I am not a morning person. I automatically hit the snooze button a couple of times before I finally drag myself out of bed. But during Lent I got a wake up call that I couldn’t ignore.

We are God’s hands

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Every day I hear people all around me say, “We are so blessed to live in Canada,” and I agree. There is a plethora of resources, an abundance of food, warmth, shelter, career advancement opportunities and let’s not forget beauty. Every time I hear comments like this I am filled with ease, but at the same time I cringe.

We are God’s hands

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Every day I hear people all around me say, “We are so blessed to live in Canada,” and I agree. There is a plethora of resources, an abundance of food, warmth, shelter, career advancement opportunities and let’s not forget beauty. Every time I hear comments like this I am filled with ease, but at the same time I cringe.

Cheating cheats cheaters

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I still remember my first English class in high school. I was in Grade 9 and it was period two. The teacher walked in, smiled and got right down to business. The first item on her agenda was plagiarism.

Ashes help Catholics stand out

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I have always looked forward to Ash Wednesday. Ever since I could remember, there was something about receiving an unusual mark on my forehead that got me excited. Maybe when I was a bit younger I didn’t understand everything about Lent or why we were receiving ashes on our heads, but there was that special mystery to it that I remember enjoying as a child.


Cheating cheats cheaters

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I still remember my first English class in high school. I was in Grade 9 and it was period two. The teacher walked in, smiled and got right down to business. The first item on her agenda was plagiarism.

Why I wear red

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I wear red on Fridays. It’s not because red is one of two colours associated with Christmas, my favourite holiday. It’s not because red represents the Holy Spirit and as a charismatic Catholic the Spirit is a major part of my spirituality.

Don’t shy away from forgiveness

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Do reserved people seem stuck-up to you? When some people avoid conversations, it’s easy to assume they are pretentious. However, that’s not always the case. Your peers may unjustifiably perceive you as arrogant without you knowing it.

Rather be late than wait

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I hated catechism class as a child because I had to miss Saturday morning cartoons. But more than that I hated when catechism class ended because it meant I would have to wait.