Since retiring from my job, my husband has found me irritating. We had a talk (after fighting), and he is right: I am mothering him. Smothering him. “I have a mother,” he said. “I want a wife, a partner, a best friend.”
Valerie Schultz
Valerie Schultz is a freelance writer, a columnist for The Bakersfield Californian and the author of Till the Moon Be No More: The Grit and Grace of Growing Older. She lives on the Oregon Coast.
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After California, the real reason we should end the death penalty—for good.
The most compelling reason not to execute the convicted is an existential one: We humans are not God.
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The problem with looking for God in the clouds
Like the men of Galilee present at the ascension of Jesus, we search the skies for unclouded meaning.
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What baby boomers owe the next generation of Catholics
The church needs our young people. But we elders cannot nurture them in the faith if we repel them.
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As the church faces another crisis, look to women for help
It is time for us to understand how this keeps happening and to stop it. We women are being called to shake things up.
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For Catholics, marriage is a mission
Like the apostles, we have been sent out two by two to proclaim the message of Jesus with our imperfect lives.
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In the U.S. bail system, justice is for sale
Pretrial freedom should not belong only to those who can purchase it.
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Why we shouldn’t try to bargain with God
When we bargain with God, we espouse a God who keeps score, rather than the God who loves us no matter what.
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I thought I had failed my kids spiritually—then I went to my daughter’s parish
There have been times when I have only held onto my Catholic faith by the smallest of fingernails. I am a doubter. I am a protester.
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How I honored the memory of my mother by shopping at Nordstrom
Every year, my sister and I take the anniversary of each of our parents’ deaths off and spend it together. We go to the cemetery and to Mass, and gather the memories and the mourning into our arms and hearts for one more year.