Then a man who was fishing nearby approached us. “I really want to see them catch something,” he said.

Late on the afternoon of Father’s Day, I said, “I wonder whether I should make cupcakes….”

Father Kenneth Doyle fields questions about praying for Satan and Mass vessels and vestments.

May this summer be a restful time of renewal, memory-making, and ice cream.

That’s what is so sweet about my dream — that our children might see me off singing “Holy God, We Praise Thy Name.” If that really happens, it will mean we have succeeded in teaching them the most important lesson in life. They will have kept the faith.

I’m really enjoying connecting and reconnecting with people I’ve missed so much over the past 15 months.

It was a summer evening, and I was home from college. My father and I were taking a walk together through my parents’ neighborhood when we saw a mother and her little girl—maybe 6 or 7 years old—walking on the other side of the street. My father waved, and the woman waved back. “Look!” my […]

I expected fatherhood to change the routines of my life. Everyone told me it would. Goodbye, sleep. Hello, collapsing in exhaustion at 8 p.m. What I did not suppose was the way fatherhood would be an occasion for conversion.

Happiness is putting God first, and letting everything else go. I can’t say I have always done that, but I know that is the secret of happiness.

Finding happiness in the simple things