Sex with someone you know and love is deeply satisfying. At our age it may not be as athletic or as frequent, but it is fulfilling. It is affirming. And it is fun.

My parents never told me this, but parenting adults is hard.

The Holy Innocents of today continue to arrive and ask for our help. The way we welcome them or neglect them tells the story of who we are.

Our task now, after we have defaced our neighbors’ political signs and posted undignified invectives online, is to figure out how to be more neighborly to one another.

Joe Biden made the perfect reply to a child who is sorry and shaky and demoralized and has no idea how to fix the damage caused: the recommitment to unconditional love.

My father turned away from religion. While reading his old letters, I got a glimpse of some of his earlier experiences with the Church.

The coronavirus pandemic has both increased the frequency of deaths and constrained our ability to accompany the dying.

Feeling restless because we cannot go out to eat or attend a concert hardly amounts to involuntary incarceration.

On the other side of the pandemic, we may see “corona babies” and “corona divorces.” May we also see the best in each other as we live our vows in the time of quarantine.

Most writers walk a fine line between stealing from life and exploiting life.