Here in Baltimore, we take our Old Bay seriously. We put it on many foods—pizza and scrambled eggs and tuna melts and pasta and corn on the cob. Yum.

The latest tragedies in Uvalde, Texas, and Buffalo, N.Y., arrive less than a month before my personal anniversary of gloom on June 28 – the date four years ago when five of my newspaper colleagues were shot to death in an Annapolis newsroom.

This story starts with a birthday wish and ends with a miracle.

~1~ Our neighborhood held its annual yard sale this weekend. Before I married John, I am not sure I had ever even gone to a yard sale. But John really enjoys selling things. He especially loves the neighborhood yard sale because we get to see neighbors that we haven’t seen all winter—and meet a few […]

Gifts to the Catholic Communication Campaign benefit local dioceses and their communication efforts, and it will supply far more than technology — it will spread the faith, hope and love of Jesus Christ, and of his Church, to people and places where the word of God is needed most.

I realized I could fit in a very brief trip, but it would have to be on my own, without my family.

This month and next, as we celebrate all mothers and fathers, many of us will be in the blessed but challenging position of helping our parents navigate their older years, when human fragility can bring on sometimes all-encompassing vulnerability.

I sent my husband an email titled, “HALLELUJAH!”

When I baked this week, I decided to try to make a few muffins that were just the tops.

Mary, too, wants to be less of a guest in our lives and more of a mother to each of us.