When Philip Fournier sat across from me for his interview, I almost didn’t know where to begin. His curriculum vitae has been published in the
I will have another interview with a Catholic artist for you all next month. This month, as we step into Lent, my conversation with Leon
Last month, I promised to introduce you to some of my favorite, local artists. Artists whose creativity isn’t influenced by the algorithm, but by a
When I was younger, my mother hosted a seasonal trip for the senior citizens at our parish in Metro Detroit. She would choose a Catholic
In Polish homes on Christmas Eve, we set the supper table with an extra place setting, in hopes of hosting Christ. And all through the
When I was young, my mom would spend October choosing or sewing costumes for my siblings and I. We had a box in the attic
My mother died at the end of August. She’d been diagnosed with cancer in 2021, and for the next four and a half years she’d
Last month, I spent some time recommending books for summer reading. If you’re my age (41), or older, you probably remember wandering through Meijer (or
Summer is barely starting here in Northern New England. The trees are green, the grass is tall, but the air still feels like springtime. I’ve
Spring in Northern Michigan is bright green and blue. The lakes shimmer in the wind and the pebbly beaches stretch for miles. My brother drove
I’m driving out to visit my parents next month, just in time for Mother’s Day. Spring is slow in coming, but I’ll be bringing fresh
Screens are everywhere in our lives. They pop up in the most unexpected places, and the more often they pop up in our lives, the
The Lenten season begins later than usual this year. Instead of starting our fast during the bitter days of February, we’ll begin in early March
Eight or nine years ago, before her memory started slipping away, my mother-in-law spent a summer sick with Lyme disease. She wrapped herself in a
Advent is a dark season. Here in New England, the sun sets at four in the afternoon. It’s fully dark before five. The early mornings
On election night, a dear friend hosted a party. It wasn’t a watch party, in fact, guests were forbidden from mentioning the current election at
When I was a young teen, my sister gave me two books that changed my life. Both of them were published journals – one Diaries
My parents have a beautiful garden. It’s full of lush, slightly overgrown perennials, soft grass, and bright annuals. I remember Saturday mornings in my childhood
Here I am concluding the summer series of reflections on the transcendentals – Beauty, Truth, and Goodness – as they are brought forth and nourished
I’m continuing the summer series of reflections on the transcendentals as they are brought forth and nourished by artists, intellectuals, and professed religious. This month,
There’s nothing too small, I can still find its charm and paint it in gold and quite big, I hold it up high without even
With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could be unhappy? ~ Oscar Wilde My friends, I
