“Mom, are we going to pray?” “Oh oops, let’s do that now,” I reply hastily as I take a deep...

Baking and praying. This is how I cope. I realize this as I sift and mix, wiping flour from my...

I first began attending Mass when I was in my late teens. I was smitten with a handsome Catholic guy...

Crawling into my lap with downcast eyes, she apologized in her sweet little voice for her struggles the previous night....

I was seated at a round table in the fellowship hall of a local church, my hands wrapped around the...

Lately, I feel myself drifting, like a kite, being battered gently by the demands of life. Sometimes the skies are...

I am a subpar gardener. One thing I thoroughly enjoy, however, is ripping out the dead plants which have failed...

Each summer of my childhood, my family and I would spend a week in July boat camping at Lake Powell....

My eight-year-old wants to fly. I don’t mean fly airplanes, I mean physically fly. Like a bird. For months she...

I lay in the quiet and try to focus my thoughts. I hear the shower running in the other room...

When I was pregnant with my first child, the doctor told me that the hardest part of the entire process...