I might have come in wounded, but during Mass I am healed and made whole.

My parents found ways to make each other miserable towards the end of their marriage, but they also had times of deep love.

We’ve been together for decades, but I've finally broken up with my parish.

We who write about God are probably least helpful when we think we are most profound.

The God of second chances is a strong figure in prison.

The rich young man is the only person in the Gospels who does not heed a direct call from Jesus.

With the recent death of my mother, I feel more vulnerable to the threats and pitfalls of the world.

We rise in many small ways as we travel our unique road of life.

After many years, I found that I actually had a fondness for Bowie songs, because they made me think of my husband.

Would I lie for my child if it would keep her out of prison? Would I flee with my kid to another country?