It’s a different kind of Halloween this year.

For me, patience and promise summarize the season of autumn, the term I prefer to fall, since it connotes a year’s “passing” rather than its “decline.” It’s a season I have long regarded with both joy and sadness.

Father Doyle fields questions about the “Catholic” and King James bibles and general absolution during COVID-19.

“Picture your doctor,” the instructor says. “Pick a bead that represents their race and put it in your cup.”

The pumpkins on our porch are just waiting to be carved, and this is looking like the weekend to make it happen.

Paul McMullen has a special connection to country singer Dale Watson, who plays himself in the new movie, “Yellow Rose.”

When I heard that Catholic Charities of Baltimore had closed its international adoption program, I was so sad.

The real concern about Barrett is not that she would disregard the principles of democracy, but that she would heed them, and leave the course and pace of social progress up to the voters. Her opponents don’t care about the separation of powers; only about outcomes.

On the morning of my 61st birthday, I looked into my mirrored reflection and wished myself a birthday greeting. I thought, “Wow, 61. How did that happen?” And “the whisper” from God answered.

It’s fall! The leaves are starting to change, and we have pumpkins sitting on our porch, all ready for carving.