A major commonality in all suffering is the sense of the unknown. I’ll venture to say that sometimes it is that very element, the unknown, ... Read More ...
How is work? How do you like your job?
These are common everyday questions where the typical responses we hear is “it’s ok” or “it pays... Read More ...
Back in the era of my middle school years, I began to notice a trend in my behavior toward the “underdogs” amongst us. In the view of a sch... Read More ...
Good poetry is striking for its economy of language. It uses the fewest words needed to express the most possible meaning. It paints a pict... Read More ...
My struggle with depression began years ago. It’s an experience I know too well. I read a book recently called the “Catholic Guide to Depre... Read More ...
In Part 1 I wrote about the need to be present and observe others and to work on your own beliefs about yourself. In this article I’d like... Read More ...
Most of us have experienced the pain of rejection at one time or another; let’s face it—it’s terrible. Even when we don’t even like the peo... Read More ...
I had to come to DC for eight weeks of classes this summer. My parents, my three kids, and our family dog came with me, which made for a fu... Read More ...
Despite my most valiant hopes, the unexecuted Saint Patrick’s Day activities and recipes lay dormant within the World Wide Web. For the fou... Read More ...
The Lord doesn’t call us to be successful, he calls us to be faithful. That age-old saying has comforted me in many life situations where i... Read More ...
Imagine having no concept of life outside of the town in which you grew up. You live before technology enabled sightseeing from the comfort... Read More ...
Have you ever felt like everything was going well, things were finally looking up...and then The Thing happened? Have you ever looked back ... Read More ...
Truth. It is what it is. And yet these days it’s become rather subjective—debates often end with statements like “well, that’s your truth a... Read More ...
I ran to the top of the slope and stood on the edge of the cornfield to catch the final moments of the sunset. It was a magnet of incompara... Read More ...
In his letter to the Romans, St. Paul writes, “I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I h... Read More ...
“I wish I could be that mom that bakes cookies. Your house always smells like cookies, and you just seem so happy.”
As I received this ... Read More ...
