You are my beloved… with you I am well pleased. Did you hear those words this weekend at Mass? We…
Our first apartment was on the second floor of an old Baltimore row home. That meant early December found us…
Standing at the cusp of a new year brings to the surface a lot of feelings. Anticipation and hope: What…
There’s no hard and fast holiday rule that says “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing” must be followed by “Jingle Bells.”…
I spent a week in Belize earlier this year. I was there, in part, to offer a spiritual writing workshop….
We recently adopted a second cat: a 10-month old grayish male Manx, wiry and bright-eyed, with legs that belong on…
It’s a funny thing to sit and write these words on a Monday knowing they won’t be read until the…
I haven’t yet finished reading Pope Francis’ encyclical on the Sacred Heart of Jesus, “Dilexit nos” (translated: “He Loved Us”)….
Today we celebrate the birth of St. Ignatius of Loyola. And so, some questions to mark the occasion: Who is…
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.”[i] That’s the opening line from J.R.R. Tolkien’s beloved work, aptly…
In the corner of museums where the most precious artifacts are held and in the quietest places of the archives…
The bingo caller had a deep voice. It resonated in the small space, bouncing off the now-empty bowls of chili…
