Kate Wicker

Storyteller & Speaker

Mass Mishap

First Friday Mass went well for the most part. I’m choosing to overlook the fact that 2-year-old Rae pointed to the priest during the first reading and said very loudly, “Why’s ‘dat’ man sleeping?” Yes, Father’s eyes were closed, but how do you explain contemplative prayer to a toddler? You don’t because when you try,Read the whole post >>

One Leg Up (Quite Literally)

The other day Madeline noticed a heel lift in my tennis shoe for my left foot. “What’s that?” she asked. “I had to get a heel lift in my left shoe because one of my legs is a lot shorter than the other.” As in almost two stinkin’ inches, People. And I’d been wondering whyRead the whole post >>

He Loves Me, I Love Him Not

It wasn’t supposed to happen. I’d been strong for so long. I’d resisted him. For nearly five years, I’d kept him out of my home, out of my children’s lives. But one moment of weakness, and now our lives are forever changed. It wasn’t all my fault. Really. I thought the curious monkey was supposedRead the whole post >>

A Baby’s Job Description

We take pride in productivity here at Momopoly, so it’s no surprise that Madeline recently summed up M.E.’s professional profile: “You chew on your fist. You like to drink mommy milk. You pull hair. You scratch me with your nails. That’s your duty. Oh, and you pee and poop.” With regards to the latter, thisRead the whole post >>

“She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick.”

―Flannery O'Connor