You can almost taste the end of summer. I can no longer complain about the ridiculously early back-to-school sales, even though I have yet to buy a single No. 2 pencil or accordion file.

We are Americans living in the top nation – a country to which immigrants have been flocking for several centuries, a country with too much, a country which wastes an unfathomable 50% of its food, cluelessly ruins much of its resources, and packages products using excessive amounts of plastic, styrofoam and cardboard.

Every time there is a shooting—yet another shooting—I feel so helpless.

Will gets some important things right, but he gets some even more basic things quite wrong.

Catholic Charities of Baltimore’s Sarah’s House is lifting some of Anne Arundel County’s most vulnerable citizens out of homelessness.

Suddenly it’s August. We’ve had such a fun and more-relaxing-than-usual summer that I would really like to hold onto this season a bit longer.

As we celebrate the feast day of St. Ignatius, here are some of my favorite lessons from the founder of the Society of Jesus.

I’m not very easy to surprise.

Today is my birthday! I just love birthdays. I enjoy everyone’s birthday, of course, but especially mine.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved to fish. He dreamed about fishing. He talked about fishing. He couldn’t get enough of it—even though he had only caught one fish in three years.