Do you ever notice what you don’t see? Hang with me—I know the question seems strange. Those of us gifted with the ability to see count on our eyes to alert us...
Author - Jessie Bazan
When words become flesh . . . It happened to me for the first time in first grade. The Milwaukee Catholic Herald published my writing as part of a Catholic...
I believe in the communion of saints. These words take flesh in the early morning quiet of my apartment. I sink into the worn recliner and flip open my Bible...
The desert fathers tell this story: Abba Lot came to Abba Joseph and said, “Father, according as I am able, I keep my little rule, and my little fast, my...
The memory shared in many elementary school classrooms goes something like this: One day, after a long shift at work, an exhausted Rosa Parks sat down on a...
The children’s book Sabbath Lion: A Jewish Folktale from Algeria tells of a young boy named Yosef sent across the desert to collect his family’s inheritance...
A young man with a cognitive disability greeted me on a recent trip to the grocery store. His joy radiated across the citrus fruits aisle. Tears welled in my...
The old adage “Don’t talk politics at the dinner table” never made sense to me. It certainly wasn’t going to fly at the last family Christmas party. My...
A group of Catholic ministers gathered last Friday to reflect on the ongoing clergy abuse and cover-up crisis. The pain that some ordained men inflicted on...
I’ll never forget the time hope showed up sporting a pair of geriatric shoes. She stood slightly hunched over on a trail of asphalt one gray evening. To her...
