A few weeks ago I mentioned the training my husband, Ron, had been doing for a 50-mile ultra-marathon. The race has been run and Ron finished in good measure, even winning...
She was the last one off the plane. In addition to the toddler she hoisted on one arm, the diaper bag thrown over the other, and the two large plastic bags she dragged...
I read a newspaper article the other day about how a Compline service in a large urban cathedral was attracting a large number of young adults. They come with pillows and...
I admit to having a bit of trouble with the practice of abstaining from meat on Fridays during Lent. I don’t really find it much of a sacrifice. As a child I remember when...
As the winter Olympic Games in Sochi were wrapping up, the television network played its requisite montage of memorable moments. Skiers, snowboarders, and skeleton-racers...
Some people start their day with coffee and the newspaper. Mine begins with orange juice and my journal. The cat is usually waiting for me to settle into my favorite chair....
I caught just a single line wafting out of the radio – something about God weeping at the unkindness of ravens. It stopped me in my tracks. The ravens in our neighborhood...
There is a beautiful golf club down the hill from us. Because so many of its members live in houses on its perimeter, it’s not unusual to see them riding to and fro in their...
The yellow buses are back in action. Newspaper ads remind parents of all the supplies their children and teen-agers need. There is a noticeable absence of kids accompanying...
One of my favorite Christmas songs is not likely to be played in malls or sung by jolly carolers. “Cry of a Tiny Babe” is by the Canadian singer/songwriter, Bruce Cockburn,...
One of the most thrilling days of my life was when I took off for London to meet up with my best friend, Stephanie. We had just graduated from high school and her father, a...
A friend recently told me about the letdown he suffers each Pentecost. He sings in his parish choir and so the dramatic liturgical movement from Advent and Christmas and...
“Graduations are five minutes of ‘yeah’ and three hours of ‘ho-hum’.” My friend, Cindy’s less-than-enthusiastic description of commencement ceremonies makes a certain...
During Lent, I wrote about directing a day of retreat centered on the people of the Passion – those figures from Scripture who were present during the arrest, trial, and...
For the past several weeks I feel like I have been in the middle of the American version of the film “If It’s Tuesday, It Must Be Belgium.” My travel schedule has been more...
Pope Francis caught the attention of the world this week for more than all of his “firsts” – first Latin American pope, first Jesuit pope, etc. After the surprising...
One of my favorite childhood memories was going to church with my mother on Saturday morning. Mom loved gardening and so she relished the task of taking care of the flower...
My name was supposed to be Philomena. At this point, the details are a little fuzzy, but I recall how her name was pulled from the liturgical calendar by the Vatican due to...
With such massive issues facing us, how does a single individual make a dent in the quest for peace? As Martin Luther King Jr. Day approaches, let us start our own quest for...