I am a woman at war within myself, in sight of two well-armed realities, my faith life suspended in the center. I think of the two sides of this spiritual DMZ as Creed and Culture.

Epiphany has come and gone. But this year, it struck me for the first time that the feast we celebrate is actually composed of several epiphanies—and that comes as something of a relief.

A sign of the presence of the Kingdom of God is when the vulnerable among us are well taken care of. That includes the unborn in their mothers’ wombs.

It’s time for a global discernment. This starts with examining ourselves and then taking a long, hard look at the global realities and local realities we might not want to see.

We Catholics ought to be at the forefront in establishing a better way for Americans to discuss matters of political significance.

I have trouble talking about the loss without tearing up, as if the smoke and ash from Los Angeles traveled across the country to find me.