The very first leaves are starting to drift off the trees. But I am really sorry to see summer end—and not just because school is starting again.

The church is in a unique position to offer forums for frank discussions of race and where we go from here.

I’m trying to bring a positive attitude to online schooling this fall.

A million comments and tweets appear every second seeking attention, a kindred spirit, a witness. Each communique from the keyboard of users worldwide is one more shout into the abyss waiting for an echo of acknowledgment.

The birds are taking such meticulous care of their eggs, and then the next thing we know the egg is broken on the cage floor.

I have been teaching English for 14 years and can share with you a few tips that can help your child stop procrastinating and start celebrating the start of the school year.

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.