I want to hold onto summer for as long as I can, but I can feel it slipping through my fingers. So, I’ve been making strawberry muffins.

Jesus came to tell us that love, not violence, is the answer. For his efforts, he was crucified by the people of his day. Violence if often our reaction. But violence is never the answer. Love really is the only answer.

Teaching the truth of the Eucharist is thus a task for this moment, turning plague time into a time of renewed faith in the wonder of what we are offered in holy communion.

It’s peach season, and the peaches that made their way to my kitchen counter seemed not quite ripe enough for a peach cake. But sometimes you just really want peach cake—and you realize you have time to make one.

There in the nest was a tiny, perfect egg.

My Aunt Anne has always made me feel like I was one of her grandchildren. In reality, she makes everyone feel special. She is always trying to find a way to share joy with those who need it most.

It was Christmas Eve and she was too sick to go to Mass. So, Mass came to her, broadcast live on a wall of her room.

Through all of the rough days ahead, we need to remind ourselves of King’s words. The God of love walks with us and helps us not to hate.

Just as mothers like me untangle their children’s knots, Mary, mother to us all, is always willing to help us with ours.

Every morning I wake up and wonder whether I will be able to do the impossible.