About the Rosary Trail
When I was 23 years old and working as a part-time nanny in New York City I had the pleasure of caring for a little 5-year-old boy named Alexander. One day Alexander and I were cleaning his room and I had been overcome with sadness in those days because a person I had deeply cared about back in high school had drifted from my life. In a weak moment of half talking out loud to myself and half wishing Alexander were old enough to understand, I found myself confiding to this little boy that I was sad because I couldn’t find this person who was lost. Alexander, with all the perky exuberance of an optimistic little kid quickly responded without missing a beat, “Follow a trail!”
To this day I have pondered at the basic simplistic wisdom that Alexander taught me so many years ago. Only in the mind and the heart of an innocent child can the core truths of something profound be revealed in a few simple words. Shouldn’t we all know enough to “Follow a trail” when we are lost or when someone we love is lost? So often we fail to see the signs and the clues along the way that are there to mark our journey through life!
Why Pray the Holy Rosary?
I was born into a Roman Catholic family and am the oldest of seven children. My parents are still together and our family is very close. When I was a little girl my mother introduced me to the Rosary. I thought it was boring. I was about eight years old at the time and rather than spend my Sunday afternoons in Catechism class I much preferred the prospect of playing on my swingset or acting out plays with my sisters and neighborhood friend. I didn’t understand how a repetition of Hail Marys and Our Fathers would have any real bearing on my existence in the world. And I certainly didn’t want it taking over my Sunday fun.
Years passed, and as I grew older I slipped further and further away from the days of boring Catechism and weekly Sunday Mass. And the Rosary? Well, it just sort of got shoved in the back of my nightstand drawer with all of my childhood prayer cards and my Bible. I viewed it as an old lady’s prayer and figured that I’d get back to it – someday.
I can’t pinpoint an exact day or even year, but as time passed and my connection to my faith weakened, I entered a dark era and adversity in many forms descended on my life. I became distracted and disconnected from the Church and daily prayer. The relationship I used to have with the Virgin Mary had, in my mind, become some sort of forbidden association. I started to feel as if she was way too pure for me to have any contact with. I thought I was a loser and I didn’t think I deserved to be happy and at peace. The mere thought of her made me cringe with guilt.
One day about a year ago I was flipping through TV channels and I came upon the EWTN network which was airing the program The Holy Rosary with Mother Angelica. I watched Mother Angelica and her sisters faithfully reciting the old familiar prayer and was instantly drawn to their reverence and quiet dedication. I decided that I needed to change my life. And I decided that I would join the ranks of the nuns and the old ladies and become a boring person in order to fix so much damage that had been done.
My, how UNBORING my life has been ever since!
I have so much to tell you about the Most Holy Rosary and how true devotion to it will bring about graces, gifts and healing such as the likes of which you have never experienced before. And I have so much to share with you about the Blessed Virgin Mary and her powerful role in our lives. The Rosary Trail is my way of giving back for all the many blessings and gifts that I have received from God through the Virgin Mary. I once heard a very famous priest proclaim that everything we do through Mary is immediately brought to her Son, Jesus, where it is instantly magnified and presented in a way that we could never accomplish on our own, without her love, support and intercession. How true that is.
Please share your thoughts, insights and experiences with me and all who stumble upon this blog. Your message of hope and inspiration can change lives and save souls.
This trail has no beginning and it has no end. But it needs people like you to help others find their way…

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Hello, my name is Margo. When I was 23 years old and working as a part-time nanny in New York City I had the pleasure of caring for a little 5-year-old boy named Alexander. One day I had been overcome with sadness and in a weak moment, I found myself confiding to this little boy about a friend I couldn't find because he was lost. Alexander, quickly responded without missing a beat, “Follow a trail!” [