
Holy Mess
For a parent with six small(ish) children, Mass can feel like a rodeo. I’ve got to lasso a bunch of wandering little minds and try

For a parent with six small(ish) children, Mass can feel like a rodeo. I’ve got to lasso a bunch of wandering little minds and try

Another war. Lord, have mercy. I don’t know that I have enough information to weigh in on the newly minted war against Iran. I consider

Cold showers are awesome. Just kidding. I hate them. Who doesn’t? But I still took one every day for over a year. Every day. I

Netflix’s breakout film of 2025 was an animation about a trio of female singers who secretly fight…. demons? Yeah, demons! As of this writing, KPop

At the post office the other day, I recognized a young woman who graduated from the small Christian school my children attend. She seemed upset

Last year, I participated in the formal rite of exorcism with the local diocesan exorcist. While this was not my first encounter with demons, it

In January, I attended my final session of the Alleluia School of Spiritual Direction. The topic of the two-week session was spiritual healing, and after

Midlife crises can be downright stupid. Mine came in the form of an inspiration to try jiu-jitsu for the summer. I’m 47. Everything started out

I paid off my student loans the year I turned 41. A nervous breakdown in my twenties made me to default on the loans. The

A month or so ago, I started praying the Chaplet of the Holy Face of Jesus with my family. I’d never heard of this prayer

My uncle, Fr. Jim, is a born evangelist. His vocation story is pretty amazing. He studied at the Naval Academy as a young man, but

For the past year, I’ve been working one day a week for a monastery of Carmelite Nuns smack dab in the middle of the North

Rotten eggs explode. I learned the hard way. It all started when I moved our family out to the country. The house next to my

While eating an after-mass donut, I chatted with a friend who is vastly smarter than I am. He has a doctorate in genetics and does

In a small town on the South Dakota prairie, a monastery of Carmelite Nuns spend their lives being “prayer in the heart of the Church.”

I live near an affluent Georgia County that prides itself on having no problem whatsoever with homelessness. I’d say this is quite an accomplishment, except