By Charla Spalluto Misse My second-grader was given the assignment of writing a science report on an animal or plant living in a pond habitat. After going through an extensive list of possibilities, more time consuming than the report itself, my son chose to report on the minnow.
By Charla Spalluto Misse My father brought me to Jesus. He brought me to weekly Mass and ensured I received the sacrament of first holy Communion. He served as Eucharistic Minister when I was a teen and modeled deep respect and appreciation for the body and blood of Christ throughout his life.
By Charla Spalluto Misse As a parent, you know very well what it is to be awakened by your child. Whether you wake because your child is hungry, sick or scared or because your child is going through some trial for which you earnestly pray for resolution, sleepless hours in the night are common for […]
By Charla Spalluto Misse My husband was confirmed Catholic as an adult, just after our first child was born. I am exceedingly grateful that we share the same faith and have many opportunities to grow and praise together. He attended RCIA at St. Patrick’s on Camp Street where he thoroughly studied the catechism.
By Charla Spalluto Misse It is common to see young children upset by things that adults consider relatively trivial. As children mature, we generally expect them to be more understanding and to temper their expectations. Well, when I was not-so-young (15 years old), my parents gave me a very nice pair of blue leather tassel […]
By Charla Spalluto Misse I look for ways to encourage prayer and devotion in my home and in our school. I try very hard to discern and carry out the Lord’s Will. I am so frequently humbled, however, struck by the enormity of another’s work toward the glory of God. So much more than I […]
By Charla Spalluto Misse My child is extremely focused. I often have to wait for him to finish something before he can really listen to me. I respect my son’s disposition, though. He is showing no disrespect when he isn’t focused on me. He is simply consumed.
By Charla Spalluto Misse After a long day of work one evening, when I was single, living in Virginia and feeling particularly homesick for New Orleans, I went to the drive-thru at Popeye’s. If you knew me, you would think that was pretty funny since I don’t particularly like fast food. Still, there I was, […]