It is 9:30 am on a typical Sunday morning at our parish. A few dozen children, aged kindergarten through middle school, have filtered into the
Picture this: it’s an ordinary Friday afternoon, and you’re about to swing by the school and collect your kids for a long, relaxing weekend. Suddenly,
As one of the two most pressing of the corporal works of mercy, feeding the hungry is not just a nice thing for Catholics to
Flipping the canvas loafer over, I puff my lips out noisily, shaking my head over the smooth rubber sole. “Absolutely no traction,” I tell my
It’s that day of the year again. The First of November. We card-carrying Catholics conscientiously consult the parish bulletin and mull over our work and
It’s strange how I knew that I would hang on to her. The animal shelter lady had sent me a sympathetic e-mail not long after
It’s 8:00 on a sunny morning in Erie, Pennsylvania, and I have planted myself on the sidewalk in front of the Blessed Sacrament School gymnasium.
Scene: A pristine spit of sand, surmounted by a cerulean blue sky dotted with puffy clouds. Three men in white robes and matching skullcaps, easily
Clad in soft purple scrubs, ready to begin her sixteen-hour night shift, Christine gazes into the cell phone camera held by her young son at
This week at my church, we lost two elderly parishioners. The previous week, I believe, it was three. If you slide into the last pew,
The pretty brunette nurse perched on her stool, carefully reading her computer screen. Then she glided over to the incomprehensible apparatus at the head of
