When I am always angry and distraught, it is harder to be a good wife, mother, writer, Christian. The full throttle news life makes me a worse person, and it’s voluntary.

Loving God, I ask you to guide me during this important election season.

Here is my confession: I am a real Catholic, and I am not going to vote for Donald J. Trump.

If you disagree with any of it, don’t worry. It probably just means you are a bad parent. And that’s O.K.! It makes the rest of us look good.

After months of Zoom liturgies, I am beginning to think people-watching at Mass can itself be an opportunity for deeper communion.

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