Last year I relocated to Boston after spending 10 years in Washington. The move has forced me to make countless adjustments, chief among them the ordinance in my town that prohibits overnight street parking.
When the ground shifts beneath your feet, you fall back on faith.
As I write, I’ve just begun a 15-hour trip home from a family vacation in the Magic Kingdom.
Here in Columbus, the solemnity of Mary (Jan. 1) is a holy day of obligation.
One of our girls gave me a book for Christmas, "One Man's Meat," by E.B. White. We agreed to start a little book club, just the two of us — coffee once a month to talk about it.
I’ve always appreciated the notion of self-care in an Oprah Winfrey, hot-baths-and-expensive-chocolates kind of way.
One of our girls gave me a book for Christmas, "One Man's Meat," by E.B. White. We agreed to start a little book club, just the two of us — coffee once a month to talk about it.
I have discovered a new post-Christmas parenting ritual that you may not have heard about.
With so much of our lives concentrated on work, personal and family responsibilities, and the inevitable detours to our carefully planned calendars, the arrival of Sunday Mass can sometimes find us breathless and far from spiritually or otherwise prepared to deeply participate in the liturgy.
Gospel commentary: Called to be a friend of God
This Sunday gives us an odd set of Gospel readings, in that we hear St. Luke introduce his Gospel with his reasons for writing, and we immediately leap over the stories of Jesus’ childhood into one of the first episodes of his public life. Yet, despite the gap between the two passages, read today as one, they emphasize some similar things, in particular, the historical specifics of Christ’s life and action.