I sat down on my parents’ front lawn in Los Angeles and breathed in the fresh air. I dug my hands into the dirt, relishing the feeling. Then I began tearing...
Our Faith
Essays and reporting on theology and scripture that put our faith in the context of everyday life.
In those long ago days of Christmas innocence when it always snowed gently in a starry and windless night, my parents would hustle my sisters and me into the...
When our first child was a year old, the Christmas struggle got real. As first-time parents, my husband and I had some serious decisions to make about how we...
You “fall into” love, but you do not “fall into” friendship. Yet you can “fall out of” friendship. At least the dictionaries and phrase books are ready for...
There’s a certain diagnosis you will hear over and over if you start to ask Catholics about Jesus—particularly about other Catholics’ relationships with Jesus...
A few years ago Dave, father of five, lost his job and had to take a new one at a significant salary cut. Dave and his wife, Maureen, sold their home at a...
Thirty years ago, the fine theologian John Shea, teaching a course on redemption, introduced me to Flannery O’Connor’s fiction. I found her stories...
Baseball may be America’s pastime, but football is America’s game. And NFL football, with its Super Bowl, super-sized players, and super-sized profits...
When Jamie and Carol’s daughter, Anna, was 5, they enrolled her in a dance class. She hated it. “She cried through the first two sessions. After giving it some...
Three years ago a new family moved next door. The moment I saw a young child I groaned. I’d watched as the street raised a generation. Been there, done that. I...
