When I was pregnant for the first time, my husband and I lived on the edge of the world in Big Sur, California. We spent hours hiking the beaches, cliffs, and...
Author - Susan Salaz
There are plenty of things in this life that I am not known for—two of those being crying and running. Yet there I was on my third lap, tears melting down my...
Santa Claus is a year-round favorite in our house. My 2-year-old spent most of this past summer in a red shirt emblazoned with Santa’s jolly face. He even...
Headmaster and Benedictine Father Edwin Leahy knew he was home when he walked through the doors of St. Benedict’s Preparatory School in Newark, New...
Our faith is built upon the backs of many women. Mothers like Eve, Sarah, and Rachel taught us long before Mary’s remarkable fiat. Deborah and Esther, strong...
We are all pilgrims. Recent events have taught us that we are all on a journey, at times together, but the pilgrimage is our own. In his book The Art of...
Scotch-taped to the windowsill above my kitchen sink is a newspaper clipping from the Criterion, my local Catholic paper. I’ve read it a thousand times, yet...
Many of you probably made a Lenten promise last month, but I doubt any of them were total isolation. Yet the first season of Lent, the original 40 days that...
My four children were glued to the front room window when moving vans arrived across the street last summer. They watched each box and every piece of furniture...
