Dear Sister Sunday, Every time a violent crime is caught on video, my friend calls and asks, “Have you seen the video? You need to see...

…all true culture begins with the fact that man steps back. That he does not obtrude himself and seize hold of things, but leaves a...

“…all true culture begins with the fact that man steps back. That he does not obtrude himself and seize hold of things, but leaves a...

Dear Sister Sunday, Hope you're well. I have a quick question that will probably require a long answer, but I figured you would be the...

This July I will be with my sister again, but not in Tulia and not at Picnic. I will be at her home in California, a long way from...

I taught a kindergarten-first grade Sunday School class this year alongside two master teachers. With our students we have been thinking...

It's Easter and I'm thinking about guns. I can't help it. In the last few days two young people have been shot by homeowners fearful and...

April 15 marks the 10th anniversary of the Boston Marathon bombing. I wrote this piece days later and half a continent away. The...

More Snow Falling One huge hush the whole day. No wind. Just endless in- exorable cliché, the same old stuff again and again...We need...

It was a late summer afternoon when I drove a carload of grandchildren home from the swimming pool. Sleepy from sun and water and hours...

My oldest daughter worked for years as a forensic nurse examiner. She told me of her suspicion that elder abuse may be as, or even more,...

An ancient tradition says that the tree on which Jesus hung was set in the same ground where Adam lay buried. In a place of thorns and...

Last weekend my husband and I went to Costco. When I walk into Costco, neurons shift inside my head, and I become aware of all that is...

The Little L School is still meeting, still in my daughter's house. The teacher now is Miss Hope and the students include Lucy's two...

This a picture of the toddler I wrote about five years ago. Josephine is eating ham and apples and cheese. She is wearing a crown. It...

I wrote this piece when I was helping to prepare my first grandchild for his First Communion. I am working with grandchild #10 just now....

I wrote this reflection on the readings for Mass on Saturday, February 4. The readings are from Hebrews 13:15-17, 20-21; Psalm 23 and...

Last week I posted a piece about my mother's desire to say, "No," to extraordinary medical measures. I wrote that piece before she came...

My mother died two years after I published this piece. We still do not seem able to distinguish between illness and old age. There is a...

The old year is gone, but the old Nostradamus is back, evergreen. His "predictions" for 2023 are the same tabloid fodder as they were for...