A poetic tribute to Brood X, the 17-year cicadas

It’s June, and every day I answer the question, “How many school days are left?”

The heart is the center of our being. and the seat of our emotions and love. The Sacred Heart of Jesus symbolizes his great love for humanity.

Father Kenneth Doyle fields questions about the use of incense and the words of consecration.

It’s now the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary, but for native Baltimoreans of a certain vintage (like me) it is, was, and always will be “the Old Cathedral:” the first of its kind in the United States

Brood X is to the normal summer cicada what King Kong is to Tarzan’s Cheeta: something else entirely.

As St. Pius closes, I’ll be thinking of the students whose time there was cut short and all those grieving that loss. And I’ll be holding onto my memories – and the friendships and connections I have thanks to my time there.

The Holy Spirit is the unseen hero of the Visitation.

It’s almost June, and the strawberries and blueberries are just begging to be gobbled up.

After a year like this, we needed a breath of fresh air and ValLimar is precisely that.