It’s that time of year again.  The stores have started an endless round of Christmas carols and the streets in town are lined with lighted wreaths.  In the evening — which comes earlier and earlier — there are brightly-colored bushes…

I usually say the Rosary one decade at a time, sprinkling it throughout my day as I putter along through whatever challenges I find myself facing.  Because of this, I sometimes find myself adding an extra Hail Mary to whatever…

  There are three letters that form one little word that has been, until recently, plaguing me.  It has been popping up at the most annoying times, coming out of my three-year-old’s mouth with an insistence that is rivaled only…

At Christmas, my aunt gave me a quilt my great-grandmother made.  It’s unlike anything else I own, aside from this hundred-year-old farmhouse.  It was made at a time when quilting was different than it is now, when sewing machines were…

Ecclesiastes tells us that there are seasons for everything:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant.  

A time to kill, and a time to heal;

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