I love my Christmas dinnerware. For the past 20 years I’ve served many wonderful feasts on it. Family and friends have gathered around my festive green and red...
Practicing Catholic
At about mile 22 I practically forgot the reason I was running—or at this point barely jogging—my second marathon in as many years. My feet were screaming at...
Genesis’ second chapter tells a story of how God planted a garden, then created human beings to till it. The reason is obvious: Gardens are a lot of work, so...
I love to make stuff, which doesn’t make me much different from many women I know. Lots of us like to knit, quilt, crochet, or do needlepoint for a whole...
Few human activities are more basic than walking, and few more taken for granted. You need to watch an infant to be reminded that walking is a hard-won...
When my Uncle Joe died a few years ago, his Pentecostal sisters from northeastern Tennessee insisted that the casket remain open during the service, despite...
“Always go to other people’s funerals, otherwise they won’t go to yours,” said Yogi Berra. You have to admit Yogi had a point, in his inimitable fashion. My...
I see them all the time, naked white crosses on the shoulder of the road, on the other side of the ditch, at that bad curve on the highway. There’s one on a...
The jackhammer blast of gunfire ripped me from my sleep. Normally, late-night street sounds on Route de Delmas in Port-au-Prince, Haiti are no more alarming...
In the first half of the 20th century, when the church at least seemed more organized, an inquiring Catholic could draw on an organizational chart of the...
