I attended a freshman prayer breakfast yesterday with my daughter at the local diocesan Catholic high school. It allowed me a chance to catch up with Rita, an old friend whose daughter is also a freshman. In conversing with her…

You wait for months and you labor for hours. You skip coffee and wine and fatty snacks for his benefit. Finally, you receive this baby, who, in a blink of an eye or rather a single final push, changes your…

I have been finding ants in the kitchen. This was surprising to me because we never had an ant problem before. It’s still early in the spring, and I couldn’t figure it why I’ve been finding these little pests all…

“The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”. That’s what the old adage says. If that’s true, then my college aged son’s heart (as well as stomach) is full as he just landed a second semester job that…

Sito was my late grandmother-in-law. No matter when my husband and I stopped by (or even, sorry to say, dropped in without calling), Sito would provide a feast for us. She spent almost every day cooking and filling her freezer…

I’ve never played baseball, but sometimes I think my life comes so fast and furiously that I experience what a baseball player must feel like when one of those pitching machines is shooting hard balls at him. Today it felt…

In the politically charged atmosphere of this year’s Olympic games, where blatant human rights violations in the hosting city of Beijing cloud the grandeur of the athletic event, another controversy quietly swells and causes Catholic parents to consider shielding their…

When I was a little girl I used to love to watch the butterflies, particularly monarchs, as they gracefully swooped in large numbers through our backyard in late August. There seemed to be hundreds throughout the day passing through. I…

I took my youngest children to the pool the other day.  I was wearing the bathing suit I had purchased new last year, and I was also wearing my newer, cute, matching sleeveless cover-up. The suit is brown (’the new…

 I went to the UPS store to see about mailing a set of electrical adapter plugs to my son in Rome. The bearded man behind the counter greeted me with a brusque, “We can’t mail liquids.”

I looked around because it…