Loving someone until death is as hard as it is beautiful. It is sacrifice, but also a well of deep, refreshing joy.

Sacrifice acts on behalf of another, putting them first, not furthering one’s own cause. It entails interrupting or delaying our own plans, desires, trajectories, goals, and even giving something we may be afraid to lose—our time, money, comfort, power, or prestige—for the sake of another who may or may not be worthy of it.

In my house, I’ve taken quite a bit of good-natured ribbing from my young adult children.  After all, these days, their somewhat techno-phobic middle-aged mother has a website, a blog, and a podcast. She’s had more hits on Google than…

I’ve been to London twice. Four times if you count a layovers at Heathrow now and again. And this is one of my favorite expressions found throughout the London Tube System: Mind the gap.
It’s a polite warning for rail…

I am a living witness to the miracle of modern medical implant technology. I have three implants, to be precise. None of which were on my life’s “to do” list. All of which were results of unexpected medical maladies. Despite…

When you are closer to being 50-something, rather than 40-something, as I am, you start to pay attention to numbers. (And I don’t just mean your weight, your blood pressure, and cholesterol numbers.)
Recently I’ve been reflecting on my 40s,…

There is breaking news in Connecticut that has mobilized the bishops of its three Catholic dioceses. Together, they are calling for their church members to stand up and be counted. An open hearing will take place tomorrow regarding a bill…

It’s a curious thing: announcing to the world that you are not dead.
Mark Twain once sent a cable to a U. S. newspaper after his obituary had been mistakenly published. His note read, “the reports of my death are…

“Behold” is one of my favorite words from the Bible. The wordsmith in me adores words that tickle my ears, words that are uncommon yet descriptive. Behold sounds somewhat archaic yet it still shows up in modern usage. Behold makes…

Dashing out of the rain, I hastened down the wet chapel steps trying not to be late for midday Mass. Seconds later, missing two of the steps, I landed with a thud in the narthex. Excruciating pain in my ankle…