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One year ago I drove to the hospital to hold my niece for the first time. She was precious and sweet and snuggly and warm.This weekend we celebrated her first birthday. Throughout her party, she was laughing and crawling and bouncing and reaching over to give her big sister a

For weeks our first grader has been reminding me that soon it would be our turn to bring the snack to Cub Scouts. I haven’t focused much on it, but he has been taking it very seriously.Our turn came the Wednesday before Easter—Spy Wednesday—so I suggested we should bring pretzels.

Every day during Lent we pull a slip of paper out of our prayer basket and read the name of the person or people listed there.We’ve prayed for cousins and grandparents, deceased family members and living friends. We share stories about the people we’re praying for, and—when I think of

This Lenten season, as we fast and serve and pray, I hope we can try to find moments just to be with God.

I’ve never paid much attention to what greeters do before Mass. I always smile at them and say hello, maybe compliment a scarf or comment on the weather. Still, I hadn’t really considered it a significant job.At our parish’s Scout Mass this week, though, Daniel was a greeter, and he

Twelve years ago I stood in the narthex of the Cathedral of Mary Our Queen, wearing my white gown, impatient and excited for the day—and this new chapter of life—to begin.My father was there, and my bridesmaids—sisters and friends—along with a lovely flower girl and a handsome little ring bearer.