If you see me out for a walk and it looks like I’m talking to myself, I’m not. I’m praying.

Praying out loud is the only way I can actually focus on praying.

If I try to do it silently in my head, I’ll soon be daydreaming of aperitivo in Italy, the Mexico vacation I took with my husband four years ago, and how on earth I’m going to get my toddler to sleep at nap time.