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.

Many days all we can do is get up and keep going. And that’s really all God asks of us.

Dad’s role as catechist was one he passed over for much of his life. But his final sacramental journey was one of the greatest educations I have ever received in Catholicism.

Father Kenneth Doyle fields questions about Christ’s death on the cross and the gravity of sin.

Warmer weather means my husband is grilling dinner more often.