by Mary McKSchmidt | Apr 22, 2025 | Blog Post, 2025
(Reprinted from May 21, 2017) Although there were thousands crammed into the Vatican Square in Rome, it was as if the Pope was talking directly to me. Speaking of Mary, the mother of Jesus and the woman for whom I was named, Pope Francis called her the “Mother...
by Mary McKSchmidt | Apr 7, 2025 | Blog Post, 2025
One look at the hundreds of people lining River Avenue April 5th in Holland, MI, the multiplicity of messages on hand-painted signs, the photographs and videos of similar peaceful protests across over 1300 towns and cities in the United States, and it should be...
by Mary McKSchmidt | Mar 24, 2025 | 2025
My dear friend, so many things are bombarding you, so few over which you have control. If I were there, I’d send the boys down to the man cave, pour each of us a glass of merlot, and usher you into the sunroom to chat. It would be like old times. You do not...
by Mary McKSchmidt | Mar 10, 2025 | 2025
Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ...
by Mary McKSchmidt | Feb 24, 2025 | 2025
One night when I was requiredto leave her side at the facility,a hand the soft hue of umber touched my armand a voice whisperedI’ll keep an eye on herAnd that next morning she greeted mewith arms open wide, just like the motherI remembered and if I had it to do...
