A humongous “Thank You Sister” goes out to my good friend and fellow podcaster Pat Gohn, who invited me to converse with her on this week’s episode of the ever-fabulous Among Women Podcast. 

I’ve been to London twice. Four times if you count a layovers at Heathrow now and again. And this is one of my favorite expressions found throughout the London Tube System:  Mind the gap.

I am 13.   

“The life I now live… I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” (Gal. 2:20)
Recently, I came across an online discussion of the value of a family altar in a Catholic home.

I am a living witness to the miracle of modern medical implant technology.  I have three implants, to be precise.  None of which were on my life’s “to do” list. All of which were results of unexpected medical maladies.

When you are closer to being 50-something, rather than 40-something, as I am, you start to pay attention to numbers.

Don’t you love simple directions? The shampoo bottle instructs me to “lather, rinse, and repeat.” It simple, direct, and gets the job done. 

Lately it seems that every time we turn around, there is another assault on Christian values.

It’s a curious thing: announcing to the world that you are not dead.

A while back, I was arrested by a phrase from Henri Daniel-Rops’ book What is the Bible? “We all bleed from the wounds of Original Sin.” Isn’t that the truth?

“Behold” is one of my favorite words from the Bible. The wordsmith in me adores words that tickle my ears, words that are uncommon yet descriptive.

The close of the American election season is a good time to reassess where we are and who we are as citizens.

Dashing out of the rain, I hastened down the wet chapel steps trying not to be late for midday Mass. Seconds later, missing two of the steps, I landed with a thud in the narthex.