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 my scars,…

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, and…

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 greatly…

“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 me perk…

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…

The last kiss goodbye unashamedly took place on a crowded sidewalk along Commonwealth Avenue in Boston. Funny, I didn’t picture it being like that, but there it was. My daughter was starting her college life with a service program that…

This morning, as I write this, I am eating biscotti in bed. Close at hand is my warm mug of hazelnut-crème-flavored coffee. Hubby is already at work and summer’s pace still has the teenagers sleeping in. I am hiding out…

I'm no expert on keeping "a good Lent". I'm just a Catholic trying to stay close to Jesus, my family, my community, and my Church. Even just typing that last sentence makes me squirm a bit because, if you met me…

It is 4 A.M. Not wishing to wake me, my husband moves around our bedroom using his trusty flashlight. He doesn't know that I am already awake. My eyes finally open. In the dim light I see Jesus: head bowed,…