About Mary

_MG_9087 (2)I’ve loved writing ever since I was 10 years old . . . even as I also blithely pursued various other interests such as classical ballet, music, graphic design, oil painting, photography . . . etc. etc. 😉

Inspired by my loves for the Faith (especially the Traditional Latin Mass) and Catholic family life, particularly as it pertains to the homeschooling lifestyle, I’ve been blessed to write numerous articles for sites such as Seton Magazine and OnePeterFive over the past several years.

After graduating from homeschooled high school in 2014, I decided to enter the ‘college’ of my family’s home: or, in other words, not go anywhere 😉 God has brought me on the most wonderful journey since that time . . . a journey that left me with no regrets for remaining a young woman at home!

With the assistance of some very dear saints, most of all the Blessed Mother and St. Raphael, Our Lord gently helped me to discern the vocation to marriage as my own vocation, and brought me into a beautiful and blessed courtship with an amazing man who is now referred to on this blog as “The Dash.” (This nickname –a nod to Dashiell Par of The Incredibles–was coined by my sister, both for his dashing gentlemanliness as well as his ability to run super fast in any football game or foot race he gets thrown into. I do occasionally challenge him to foot races, for the simple pleasure of losing.)

Our courtship (which began in September 2017) has been an amazing journey so far, and is something I thoroughly love writing about here!

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With all this having been said, for today, I’m still living at home, “helping out” my parents and three younger siblings (despite my occasional practical blunders), cooking, laundering, writing, ballroom dancing, graphic designing, playing guitar, singing Gregorian chant and reading books till my eyes go red, and trying to immerse myself as much as possible in the ordinary beauties of Catholic family life until I can embark on the journey of marriage and of nurturing my own family.

As my quote from Chesterton was meant to indicate, I wholeheartedly embrace time-honored Catholic teaching on femininity, wifehood, and the woman’s intrinsic role as helpmate and nurturer in the home: the “keeper of the hearth”!

I would love nothing more than to keep myself at home, rearing and homeschooling adorable children and serving my future husband as a faithful, fun, and loving helpmate and companion in the style of The Wife Desired . . . all in order to “keep me broad.” My highest ambition is to immerse myself in the “drudgery” of domesticity for the rest of my life, if that’s what would please God best and what would help to make me a saint in spite of my silly self!

But in the meantime, I’m here blogging about the family life I love so dearly, and about a reality I believe in with all my heart: the reality that the Catholic home is the place where guardian angels tread, where patron saints whisper, and where a church in miniature blossoms through grace, mutual charity, carpet ballroom dancing and an atmosphere of pleasant craziness.

I started Benedic, Domine, Nos in October 2016, and am eagerly looking forward to continuing writing here, to pouring my rambling thoughts upon you, dear reader, and to the eventual day not too many years from now where Benedic might just become an actual Catholic homeschooling mom blog like the ones I love to read  . . . but until then, always and everywhere, Deo Gratias!

I was given this image, complete with a beautiful handcrafted frame, by a certain special young man for my 21st birthday 😉

She should have not one trade but twenty hobbies; she, unlike the man, may develop all her second-bests . . . Women were not kept at home in order to keep them narrow; on the contrary, they were kept at home in order to keep them broad. The world outside the home was one massive narrowness – a maze of cramped paths, a madhouse of mono-maniacs. It was only by partly limiting and protecting the woman that she was enabled to play at five or six professions and so come almost as near to God as the child when he plays at a hundred trades . . .

-G.K. Chesterton, The Emancipation of Domesticity