Sarah Reinhard

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Sarah Reinhard

Sarah Reinhard is a Catholic wife, mom and author whose nose is probably in a book if she's not scraping something off of her shoes. Her latest book is Word by Word: Slowing Down with the Hail Mary. Check out all of her books at http://sarahreinhard.com/writing/my-books/.

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The Blessing of Scabs

I remember so clearly that day when my then-three-year-old realized that the place between her eyes, the place she had scratched so hard, was bleeding. It was the cause of much drama and concern. A band-aid wouldn’t work; it was too big and it “touched” her eyes. I ended up wadding up a little piece of toilet paper and sticking it […]

Our Lady of Mercy

Understanding Mercy Thanks to Mary

There’s nothing quite like being in a hurry and seeing the flashing red lights that mean that a train is coming and that I have to stop. I had this happen to me recently when I was on my way from my mother-in-law’s house to town. It was at a train track that’s on a busy highway, in a place […]

An Alternative to Being Busy

Am I busier… …than the third world woman who has no electricity and has to walk miles for a five-gallon bucket of water? …than the grandma who’s watching her grandkids, managing bills, and still getting dinner? …than any priest I’ve ever met or worked for? My list goes on. And on. And ON! The answer is…I don’t know. But I can’t […]

"The First Eucharist" by Juan de Juanes

The Gift I Want to Give Back

I’m a dry-eyed gal most of the time, and I have always prided myself on that trait. Then I started going to Mass. I certainly didn’t mean to turn into a blubbering mess.  At the time, I was a tough know-it-all college graduate, and I was only there because this good-looking Prince Charming of mine insisted that he had to […]

Be Inspired by October’s Twin Intentions

October is both the month of the rosary and respect life month. Those two intentions are tied together intimately in my heart.  It’s not such a stretch, though, when I look at what the rosary is about: human life in its most divine and perfect form. As we walk—or, in my case, stumble and plod—through the rosary, mystery to mystery, we […]

Holding Mary’s Hand in the Rosary

As Our Lady of the Rosary, Mary smiles at me the same way I smile at my seven-year-old struggling to learn to spell words and write sentences or my four-year-old beginning to form shapes and lines that make sense. She was given the title after appearing to Saint Dominic in 1208 in a church in Prouille, France. Later, in 1571, Pope Pius […]

From Trash to Treasure

It’s that time of year when there is a yard sale dotting every development, when people have cleaned out their trash and are marketing it for whatever they can get, when the hunt for a bargain really kicks in. A few years ago, our family had a yard sale at my mother-in-law’s house. I did my best to avoid coming […]

An Alternative to Being Busy

Am I busier… …than the third world woman who has no electricity and has to walk miles for a five-gallon bucket of water? …than the grandma who’s watching her grandkids, managing bills, and still getting dinner? …than any priest I’ve ever met or worked for? My list goes on. And on. And ON! The answer is…I don’t know. But I can’t […]

"The Piazza and Church of Santa Maria Maggiore" by Giovanni Paolo Pannini

Turning to Mary in Pain: Our Lady of the Snows

It was a special Christmas.  Our family, who lived fifteen hundred miles away, was coming to visit, and our almost-three-year-old daughter was beside herself.  Santa took a back seat to her cousins, and with good reason. We used the week together to make many memories and take hundreds of pictures.  I remember the look of wonder on my nine-year-old niece’s face […]

Basilica de Nuestra Señora de los Ángeles

La Negrita, Costa Rica’s Our Lady of Angels

I don’t remember who it was who encouraged me to start talking to my guardian angel.  It was certainly after I became Catholic, because prior to that I would have laughed out loud in the face of such a blatant absurdity.  The only reason I was open to this idea of talking to my angel was because of a book […]