The raucous crow of roosters announced my arrival as I pulled my car into the last available parking space. It was my first visit to the Canossian Spirituality Center in Albuquerque, N.M., and the day had started off in its usual, hectic way. I had overslept, burned breakfast, misplaced the car keys

Today is the Feast Day of St. Joseph, the patron saint of fathers, workers and of the universal church. Tom McGrath writes of lessons learned from the "man of few words but plenty of action."

One of the strongest images I have of my paternal grandparents’ home in east Tennessee is of a rather large print of the Sacred Heart of Jesus that hung at the far end of their hallway. My grandmother told me that she and Grandpa had received it as a wedding gift in 1946. It had been hanging i

My mother now lives in a place called The Village. It has been said that it takes a village to raise a child, but perhaps a village can be helpful at any age. It certainly seems our family requires the help of this village to care for our mother. She lives in the part of The Village labeled “a

I’m a Mary. My mom is a Mary. My older sister is a Bridget Mary. Although I was born in the decline-of-Mary era, I was never the sole Mary around, because I attended Catholic school, although some of my fellow Marys got to go by their middle names or nicknames. As a child, I wished that I had

For days we knew that our little one would be leaving us forever.