by Leah Perrault | Apr 19, 2018
Name(required) Email(required) Website Message “Do we fly to heaven, Mommy? Or do we climb the stairs?” The words have been swirling around me all week, God’s gift floating out of a chattering, restless mover at Mass. “I would like to know that, my girl,” I whispered,...
by Leah Perrault | Apr 10, 2018
The last several days frosted an intricate pattern of heart break over my eyes. Friday, 15 people from the Humboldt Broncos hockey franchise died in a tragic bus collision just hours from my front door. More than 100 people killed Saturday in Syria, between air...
by Leah Perrault | Mar 28, 2018
Rising should be the easy part, no? After the fear, the suffering, the darkness, the hard work, and the waiting, I feel like rising should be effortless. Despite that, I feel weighted down by resistance to rising. This should not be a surprise; at this same time...
by Leah Perrault | Feb 7, 2018
I love giving birth. It’s a strange thing to love, given the pain it brings. I, however, am a recovering perfectionist, a doer of all things, and a prayer easily distracted. Birth takes me over, and I go, willing and resisting, barefoot, into the heart of it....
by Leah Perrault | Jan 9, 2018
Photo Credit: Ken Thorson There was an easy peace and lots of laughter when the clocks rolled into 2018 totally unnoticed. About three minutes past midnight, my six-year-old, staying up for the first time, asked, “When do we do the countdown, Mom?” (Thank you,...