
The Day God Put Me Firmly Into My Place
And it wasn’t a nice experience. St. Paul said: For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do

And it wasn’t a nice experience. St. Paul said: For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do

I like to sing. That does not mean I am good at it. No, I enjoy it, and analogous to so many other exploits in

Did the Priest Misunderstand You? Did you mumble, fumble, and stumble, as you always seem to do in confession? After all, you don’t really know

I belong to a particular club that no parent wants to belong to. The one titled “I lost a child.” It really doesn’t matter whether

In the distance, a church bell rings. A dog yips, and another one answers. A slip away, a fellow mariner starts the generator on his

Rustling paper welcomed yet another useless ballpoint pen I’d flung into the trash. One dog lifted a sleepy eyebrow, the other too old to be

Forgive Me, Father, For I Have Sinned When you’re in the confessional, either old-style behind a screen and on your knees or sitting on a

I bet many other Catholics are just like me; I’m not comfortable discussing my faith with others unless they are like-minded. I could never stand

I will never minimize the bursts of light that have come my way during my life, still come. However, my main source of light is

My past ranges from cringe-worthy incidents to other failures, successes, joy, and even tragedy. I do look back sometimes and reflect, especially the times I

As I pray, I can only connect with God in the present moment, not in the past, not worrying about the future. It took me

We were two tired, aging boaters who had just cleared lock twelve on the Erie Canal. Now anyone who has ever traversed the Erie Canal

I read an excellent piece the other day where the author writes about her childhood dream of being an archeologist. When asked why she explained

What does God have to do to get your attention? Do you recognize a wake-up call? Do you react, or do you ignore those calls?

Or not. That old song has been spooking me. Have you ever entertained the unwelcome thought that God had forgotten you? Followed by the even

God is my constant companion. Do you not know that you are a temple of God and that the Spirit of God dwells in you?

Life here in Florida is still rough after a contentious Presidential Election. Emotions are high; anger is pervasive, seeping into my spirit. I shudder at

I am sick of politics. My American husband tries again and again to explain the intricacies and the traditions of politics in the United States.

Always but always there is a litany of praise and thanks in my soul as well as a request,” But what can I do for

Are you a pollinator for God? Do you pollinate the world around you with justice, love, and peace? A Gardener I am an avid gardener.