“Medieval Peasanting” means reminding myself that there once existed Catholics who couldn’t read or write. They said their prayers and did their best to obey the commandments, and when they failed, they repented.

I had to accept that it’s possible that there is no God. Or that there is, but he is a stranger. Instead of choosing to trust the church because trust was where I wanted to be, I deliberately stepped out, off the safety of the shore, into doubt.

Here is a little story about how I left the church, sort of, and then came slouching back home, more or less.

The New York Times documentary on Britney Spears isn’t about her music. It’s is largely about the media, and the people who consume it.

Welcome to a world where soft porn meets Lisa Frank meets... not Jane Austen, but someone who has definitely heard of Jane Austen.

Ansgar Holmberg, C.S.J., 86, didn’t paint her O Antiphon series to edify or instruct anyone. They were meant only for herself.

Whatever comes next may be ugly. We all know this. But for reasons I can hardly explain, I felt buoyed up the morning after the election.

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.

Simcha Fischer speaks with Father Matthew Hood, the priest from Utica, Mich., who recently learned his baptism as an infant had been invalid.

Remote, in-person or home schooling: They are all impossible. So why worry about failing?