When we bargain with God, we espouse a God who keeps score, rather than the God who loves us no matter what.

There have been times when I have only held onto my Catholic faith by the smallest of fingernails. I am a doubter. I am a protester.

Every year, my sister and I take the anniversary of each of our parents’ deaths off and spend it together. We go to the cemetery and to Mass, and gather the memories and the mourning into our arms and hearts for one more year.

Many of us have learned the hard way that “L.G.B.T.” is a trigger for some Catholics to become very un-Christian.

May we repent as we worship at the altar of the gun, even to the point of sacrificing our own children.

Your DNA is like a blueprint of your soul, which is another sacred thing that is not like anyone else’s in the world.

It is not just our eyes that become brittle and inflexible as we age. Our hearts can, too.

Thanks to social media, thousands of stories of sexual harassment and sexual assault are going viral under the social media movement, #MeToo.

I sensed God in the heightened awareness of my own mortality.

For inmates, incarceration is their punishment. But in the library, we focus on rehabilitation.