Kate Wicker

Storyteller & Speaker

Becoming More Christ-y

This morning the girls were working on an impromptu Christmas play to perform for my husband and me. The rehearsals began with a manic (and obnoxiously loud) rendition of “Jingle Bells.” “Mommy, we want you to be surprised, so don’t listen,” Madeline instructed. Don’t listen. Ah, wouldn’t that be nice if I could tune outRead the whole post >>

Rockabye Baby

Tonight I was a rebel. I broke the parenting rule that says you should never rock your baby to sleep if you ever want her to learn to fall asleep on her own. Actually, this wasn’t my first offense, and it won’t be the last time either. But whatever. After I nursed M.E., she wasRead the whole post >>

As the Twig Bends

So the baby’s first feeding went well. M.E. eagerly opened her mouth like a little bird and smacked her lips when she got her first taste of solids a week ago. She giggled and grinned. Her body language and lively expressions suggested the experience was fun, yummy, and something she’d enjoy repeating. But the nextRead the whole post >>

Let the Games Begin

I’m officially a soccer mom, having nursed a baby on the sidelines while cheering on Madeline and her teammates at her first-ever soccer game on Saturday. How did Madeline end up a little soccer knocker? Well, our little girl would love to take horseback riding lessons, and one day her dreams of galloping across anRead the whole post >>

Writing and Motherhood

Sarah Reinhard, who is both a friend and a writer I admire, recently invited me to ponder several questions about writing and motherhood and to ramble share my insight with her readers over at her lovely (and recently revamped) blog Just Another Day of Catholic Pondering. My hope is that my pondering is saving herRead 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