Prayers of a Mom
Saint Augustine of Hippo writes of his mom’s persistence in her fight for his soul while he lived a life devoted wholly to his self and the fulfilling of its passions.
Saints
Knowing and Saying Their Names
As I sipped my coffee this morning, my son and husband were hunched over the New York Times. We all were discussing the deliberation of the Derek Chauvin trial. Soon we begin listing the recent cases of police brutality in our country.
Preach the truth as if you had a million voices
In a short life of 33 years, Saint Catherine of Siena never seems to have wasted a moment.
Prayer as Antihistamine
I read somewhere that Saint Mark the Evangelist is the patron saint of people dealing with insect bites.
Even adults need Saint George’s extravagant adventures
Excavating the story of Saint George is a dizzying trip through western literature and English history—layer below layer below layer
If We Are to Follow Christ
Considered a spiritual masterpiece, A Serious Call published in 1729, stands the test of time and challenges Christians to participate in a common life centered on the precepts of the Gospel.
Bringing Saint Joseph to the Center
Today is the feast of Saint Joseph, but before we talk about that, I need to share with you one of the best Christmas presents I received this year: a llama needle felting kit!
Saint Patrick and Marking One Year
I live in Newport, Rhode Island where there is a small but mighty Irish population that has been celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day with vigor for 65 years.
The miter fit her just fine: the Rt. Rev. Barbara C. Harris
Bishop Barbara C. Harris died on March 13th, 2020, where I’m sure God welcomed her with the same words and emotion she shared with a friend upon her entrance into the convention center filled with 8,000 people at her consecration: “What a hell of a welcome!”
Preparing for Joseph with an Altar and Feast
I grew up in New Orleans, a city with a strong Roman Catholic presence. A lot of the kids I knew attended Catholic schools. Statues of the Virgin Mary adorned every third front yard. Fridays in Lent meant that someone was always holding a fish fry.
