Laura Kelly Fanucci

The Extraordinary Ordinary Time: A brand-new e-book

By Laura Kelly Fanucci / July 19, 2022

Our 1st e-book is now available from Mothering Spirit! The Extraordinary Ordinary Time is a new collection from Laura Kelly Fanucci, the founder of Mothering Spirit, and includes: original essays on the spirituality of this holy season  brand-new prayers for Ordinary Time best-loved poems that invite fresh reflection creative ways to pray through the longest…

Catholic parenting

A Prayer for Families in Ordinary Time

By Laura Kelly Fanucci / July 19, 2022

God of Ordinary Time,
We bring our needs to You,
whether extraordinary or everyday.
For backyard barbeques and family reunions.
For back to school shopping and summer sports practices.
For college drop-offs and kindergarten jitters.

Mothering Spirit

Welcome to the new Mothering Spirit

By Laura Kelly Fanucci / July 19, 2022

Starting in September 2022, Mothering Spirit will become a new gathering place to explore parenting and spirituality.  With storytelling shaped by the liturgical seasons, this collaborative, ecumenical project will offer weekly essays and prayers from diverse voices on motherhood – plus virtual retreats, e-books, resources, and creative ways to connect our stories with God’s story.…


Catechesis of the Good Shepherd: our home atrium

By Laura Kelly Fanucci / August 30, 2021

Want to learn how to introduce Catechesis of the Good Shepherd to your kids at home? Here’s my background: Over the past year I’ve shared about our family’s home atrium on Instagram (part 1 and part 2) and in my Holy Labor newsletter (here). After I completed Level I training in the Catechesis of the…


a month that changed the world

By Laura Kelly Fanucci / March 28, 2020

One month ago, I was in the hospital. The same hospital where my baby girls were born four years earlier. The same hospital where they each died in my arms, days later. One month ago, I was holding our newborn son. The same baby I pleaded to God to keep safe as I spent day…


ten years

By Laura Kelly Fanucci / February 17, 2020

Exactly ten years ago this month, I started a blog. I told exactly no one. Not even my husband. My first baby was six months old. I was working part-time, overwhelmed and tired. I craved connection and community. I wanted breadth of thought and depth of prayer. I couldn’t find anything like what I wanted…


the day before Christmas

By Laura Kelly Fanucci / December 24, 2019

Wherever they are, they have traveled far. Not at home, known and comfortable. Not on the road, exhausted from the journey. Arrived but unsettled. No room in the expected places, no welcome in the usual way. Whatever they expect, they can only imagine. Preparation leads to prayer’s edge: picturing what might be, trusting what could…


the whole story

By Laura Kelly Fanucci / December 21, 2019

The told story is not the whole story. We tend to grasp onto moments as the whole. In a culture obsessed with tiny tweets and shiny surfaces, it’s easier to outrage or comfort ourselves with sound bytes that echo the thoughts between our ears, daily dulling our curiosity. We take the smallest sliver for the…


waiting in womb-time

By Laura Kelly Fanucci / December 14, 2019

Pregnant women inhabit time in a whole new way. I’m 20 weeks, we declare. As if we were the child within us. As if we were the time itself. Our relationship to these womb-weeks is totalizing. Time means everything: how much time the baby needs, how much time we have left. But womb time is…


another, again, anew

By Laura Kelly Fanucci / November 15, 2019

When we were dating, then engaged, then married, I used to catch a glimpse of him and think—God, please send us daughters. Because I had never met a man like him, so strong and gentle all at once, so humble and quietly confident, so genuinely kind and caring. I watched how he treated his mother,…


the pitter-patter

By Laura Kelly Fanucci / July 19, 2019

Their feet crush me. Tiny toes curling, ancient reflex. Baby socks lost in the dryer like doll clothing. Toddler tiptoes to reach the sink. Preschool slip-ons for circle time. Sport shoes for season after season—cleats, sneakers, boots.  I know their feet intimately. Kiss them at diaper changes, sweet antidote to stink. Bathe them in bubbles…


in an instant

By Laura Kelly Fanucci / July 16, 2019

Sitting at my desk, working on words of loss, I watch a thousand cottonwood seeds drift by the window. White wisps rising on the breeze, lifted from my sight. Summer’s snow globe, shaken and set to spin. I remember noticing them, as if for the first time, the summer after our twins died. One afternoon…