This has been the bumpiest school start that I can remember. I keep saying we will find our rhythm—and we will. But we are going to miss the bus a few more times before we do.

Conserve your power to empower yourself and empower our Lord.

Jesus shows us we’re like lamps, meant to be lighted, to be seen, and to help others see the light.

Some Catholics may oppose the death penalty but are just fine with abortion, while others proudly declare that life is sacred but support the warehousing and execution of prisoners.

Because I realize that talking about my ailments only increases my awareness of them, I am practicing suffering in silence more and more.

When I was growing up, my family had steamed crabs very rarely—usually when out-of-town relatives were visiting. My husband spent more time near the water, so he had them more often.

It is better to be at the center of the storm than to be on its edges, where we are likely to be blown away.

Sometimes I imagine the Holy Spirit as a butterfly sitting on my shoulder, brushing my cheeks with its wings, whispering softly in my ear.

As I sat there watching them play in the water, I could almost feel the last bit of that sweet summer freedom slipping away. This was likely our last pool day of the season. The busyness of autumn is looming large.

Does macaroni and cheese taste different based on the shape of the noodles? My son pointed out that I hardly ever make macaroni-shaped macaroni and cheese—and right away everyone else at the dinner table chimed in.