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The Catholic imagination of the Irish playwright Teresa Deevy

You can’t gut something, then leave behind a void and call it a legacy.

My mother was a great fan of Henry James. She kept his novels and essays in her bookcase along with books about the author and Leon Edel’s masterly five-volume biography, which she read end to end. I’ve always liked James too, though unlike true devotees I don’t adore his late work

Forty years later, the shock of Roe v. Wade remains.

I recently took a cross-country bus ride that was anything but comfortable. After those in my row had experienced bloodshed—the bus bounced so vigorously that a man was thrown up in the air, hit his head against the luggage rack and gushed blood just a few feet from me—and a whole lot of

The impulse to stand out, it seems, has been overtaken by the impulse to fit in.

Paying attention to the “Jesus of history” and the “Christ of faith.”

An America without unions would violate core Catholic teachings.

The power of love melts our defenses and dissolves barriers.

What are the most real and valuable things in life?