How to Handle Inappropriate Comments at Work


Have you ever received a comment from a colleague or higher-up that stopped you in your tracks? Take a look at this article I wrote for Grotto Network that tackles how we can handle these comments well in the moment, and how we can differentiate which comments to let go by processing them, ourselves, from those we should address one-on-one or even report to the appropriate office or supervisor.

As You See Me


Let me sit at your feet,

open to your love.

Look into your face,

present to your joy.

This is what you want.

And when I let myself-

guards down,

ego aside-

This is the fulfillment of my heart’s

deepest desire.

I want to stop taking from you.

Moving, moving, distracting myself

from your mystery.

When I see you as you are,

I become as you see me.



For a link to today’s Gospel reading on Mary and Martha, click here.

I (Gratefully) Blame You, MT

I blame Mother Teresa for one of my more irresponsible life choices.

As today is Saint Mother Teresa’s feast day, I contemplate why it is that I love her. It goes back to my first real encounter with her in the book, A Simple Path

A group of people enamored by Mother Teresa’s life of love in action set out to learn more about her. What was it about this small-in-stature woman that attracted so many, Christians and non-Christians alike?

Mother Teresa agreed to meet with this group of film producers and storytellers. She said, “I can tell you about my path, but I’m only a little wire – God is the power. Talk to the others, the sisters and the brothers and the people who work with them. Some are not Christians, talk to them. You will know what it is when you see it. It is very beautiful.”

So simple that she carried it around as a “business card” and so beautiful in its ability to change your life and mine, this is her Simple Path:


The fruit of silence is


The fruit of prayer is 


The fruit of faith is 


The fruit of love is


The fruit of service is 



When I first encountered Mother Teresa’s Simple Path, I was in the spring semester of my senior year at the University of Notre Dame. Like others, I was occupied with my future, applying for post-grad programs and jobs. I wanted to do a year of service after leaving Notre Dame before applying for Masters programs. As I set up interviews, something wasn’t quite right. I was in love with Ian, and I knew working with a service program that would place me where they needed me would mean extending our already long-distance relationship.

As a loving mother and companion, Saint Mother Teresa encouraged me to seek God in the silent whisperings of my heart. In that space began a real encounter with God. An encounter of honesty, of conversation, of listening, of sometimes hearing nothing, of being nudged where I didn’t think I would go, of waves of peace and clarity. That type of authentic encounter is what we call prayer.

And through prayer, something happened. Things like purpose, confidence, and hope came alive in me. I began to walk as a person of faith. 

Now to my irresponsible decision. I graduated from the University of Notre Dame without a solid plan. I had no job, no year of service solidified, no internship.

What God spoke to me in the silence of prayer, and in discerning conversations with others, was that I had a choice. I could choose to trust him, move closer to Ian, find service work where I went, find a job to pay the rent, or I could invest in a program that would put more distance between Ian and me.

While some advised that I was being irresponsible and we would probably just break up in the end, I chose to trust what God was speaking to my heart.

As a person who is tempted to invest much in being seen as capable, responsible and generally on top of her stuff to the outside world, I was flabbergasted by what I was doing. And yet, I felt joy and peace. I knew God was directing me and would be with me.

Soon after graduation, Ian and I got engaged. I moved to Austin, TX where a generous family offered to put me up in their home. They introduced me to a friend who was opening a store, and needed some help. Looks like I had a job. I searched for different nonprofits and churches that I could serve intentionally with. I found a home of service with a hospice organization and with a high school youth group at a local Catholic Church. This all took but two weeks to manifest. I recall looking around and within, in awe at God’s faithfulness.

This is my love of MT. I love her because she held my hand as I looked around, not knowing where to go. She encouraged me to seek God in the silence. To be brave enough to hear the voice of God that is not an obtrusive shout or unsolicited advice, but accompanying consolation. She continues to mentor me in both the humility and confidence of faith. Something that this world rarely understands, let alone praises. I thank God today for gifting me and gifting our world with Saint Mother Teresa of Calcutta.

Saint Mother Teresa, pray for us!

Trying to Live a Wide-Awake Life

I recently overheard one of our high school students reflecting on her life and faith. She felt bored in life, and asked God to give her some challenge so that she could grow. As I passed by, I couldn’t help but think (actually, say out loud to myself), “Oh, girl, you don’t know what you are asking for. Life will hit you with plenty of challenges sooner than you’d like.”

We go through seasons where life seems to be a school in our frailty and incompleteness as human beings. As I move through life right now, I have many dear to me who are deeply struggling. There are darknesses of disease, both physical and psychological, unemployment, infertility, instability. And, as we live together and love each other, we take on each other’s burdens in certain ways. Sometimes physically, and often in thought, emotional energy, and through prayer. 

I work during the summertime, but there is a different pace with fewer students on campus. So, when I saw a morning of prayer – Discovering our Sacred Stories- at the Loyola Institute for Spirituality, I jumped on the opportunity. I wanted the time away from work and anticipated a potentially nice spiritual refresh. God wanted more.

As I walked onto the campus, I was met by a breeze streaming through the garden that hit me with peace. I looked around at the planned but not fully manicured space and felt calm joy. God wanted me here today.

When our incompleteness is met with gentleness. God’s mercy.

Our morning was based on the Examination of Consciousness, which I would highly suggest trying if you aren’t familiar with it. It is a beautifully simple and pragmatic form of prayer given to us by St. Ignatius of Loyola, founder of the Jesuits. 

As we eased our way into prayer, we began with words I had not heard for a time, but needed to hear. Patient Trust by Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, SJ. He begins, “Above all, trust in the slow work of God.” And ends, “Only God could say what this new spirit gradually forming within you will be. Give our Lord the benefit of believing that His hand is leading you, and accept the anxiety of feeling yourself in suspense and incomplete.” 

I needed this affirmation- God is at work in me; and, I am incomplete and feel so. It is the marriage of these two realities that is potentially life changing- God, help me to be present to your Presence in my life. I don’t see how you are working, and I don’t understand your ways. But, help me to believe in and look for your slow work.

When we look around, believing in the slow work of God, we begin to see that there is always life coming forth. Even in darkness, there is growth; there is newness, there is movement; there is Someone working within us.

As we sit and work and walk and wait today, let’s do so with eyes open, trying to live a wide-awake life.