According to Webster, redemption means the act of making something better or more acceptable, the act of exchanging something for...

Her hands trembled as she nervously gathered her hair away from her sweat-soaked neck. She was nineteen years old and...

For years, Instagram has been a space where I deposit my musings in prayer, and I have loved sharing the...

As a teenager, I could not wrap my head around why my parents had (what felt like) a million rules....

When I was very young, my family took a vacation on a lake. It was not something we had done...

My fingers tapped the steering wheel distractedly as the traffic slowed and I struggled to focus in on prayer: The...

In the first couple of years after my reception into the Catholic Church, I struggled with trusting in the mercy...

My insides cringed when he said it, but I didn't let my face betray my emotions. Sucking in a short,...

I am rich, but there was a time when I was poor and had no faith. I am full, but...

Every year I give the same thing up for Lent: soda. It's my weakness. An ice-cold Coke, preferably from McDonald’s,...

We return home after Sunday Mass. It’s time for lunch. As I stir a pot of macaroni and cheese, my...

Calling home was heartbreaking during a particular season in my family’s life. Something had happened to a family member. The...

I cannot remember the last time I denied myself something. That doesn't sound very good, does it? Well, I did...

Imagine you are the palms. Waved aloft in triumph and praise last year, the symbol of Palm Sunday. Now dried...

I’ve been sitting in the silence lately and letting it wash over me. I’ve been letting it mold and shape...

If you were to ask my dad what my most common pre-teen phrase was, he would clear his throat, roll...

The sunlight flickered through the windows as my four-year-old son wandered restlessly around the church foyer. I sat outside the...