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…
Her bright eyes blink sleepily, her gaze unwavering from the gently swooping Christmas garland strung with warm, glowing lights. Only…
My childhood home was an idyllic house in suburbia with a mantel above the fireplace. It was the kind of…
I’m always a bit embarrassed to admit that I’m a late bloomer when it comes to “Fairytale of New York,”…
Snow is supposed to be pure, a sheen of white. That’s what I thought after moving from the warm sun…
“O magnum mysterium et admirabile sacramentum, ut animalia viderent Dominum natumut anima jacentem in præsepio.” “O great mystery and wondrous…
“Oh friendless world, to you is the song! All Heaven’s joy to you may belong! You who are lonely, laden,…
“For you, I’ll wait…” Last Advent, as folks bustled about decorating trees and buying gifts, as my students studied for…
“…and joy to last throughout the coming year.” A memory: It’s Christmas morning, and Dad puts on the “John Denver…
“Inside your head there’s a record that’s playing a song called ‘Hold On.’” Tom Waits’s “Hold On” is not an…
