Mother, Your voice learning to soothe Your new child Was the first home-sound We hear before we could see. Your...

The Annunciation is a marvel to me. As it should be, I suppose. You see, unlike so many women who...

In another lifetime, I spent a summer working in Yellowstone National Park. I lived with a park ranger, wore a...

In my former job, I accompanied groups of young adults to the U.S./Mexico border each year. The point of the...

Another morning and I wake with thirst for the goodness I do not have. I walk out to the pond...

The first Christmas I remember receiving Christmas cards addressed to me personally was the year I moved to Denver. Delighted...

She was five, sure of the facts, and recited them with slow solemnity convinced every word was revelation. She said...

I've met my own modern-day St. Elizabeth of Hungary. Mary Jo Copeland is the founder of Sharing and Caring Hands,...

Just these two words He spoke changed my life, “Enjoy Me.” What a burden I thought I was to carry...

As a Catholic woman in modern society, I'm always on the lookout for art forms that demonstrate the realities of...

The bus doors opened. An impatient, tired, overnight bus driver sat behind the wheel and looked me over as I...

There is something about the long, slow pace of a fall unfolding with unhurried grandeur that softens my defenses against...

After years of downtown driving I have come to the conclusion that no one is comfortable with street corner encounters,...

Lately, I’ve been fixating on a phrase: perfectly imperfect. As someone with a type B personality, I suppose this confirms...

Throughout the month of May, we will be sharing posts focused on journeying alongside the Blessed Virgin Mary. Share your...

For the past two weeks I have had the opportunity to observe something so beautiful that I was moved to...