There was a time where I was not proficient in Pokemon. I’m still not an expert, but I can at least speak the language.

We need a church that recovers what it means to be a family, a family that can disagree and argue passionately about things, but also that loves one another.

My encounter with the Holy Father reminds me that the Holy Spirit is working in small yet profound ways.

We’re all thinking about it, right? What exactly would we do if we were to win more than $1 billion in the Mega Millions jackpot?

I ran out of ideas for dinner by the end of the week, so I cooked a little of everything that was left in the fridge. It didn’t look like much of a spread on the table.

Remember our Sunday-best outfits? As children, we girls wore patent leather shoes, frilly party-type dresses with white gloves, clutched matching patent leather purses, and hats with ribbons snaking down our backs. Hats for women once were a requirement in Catholic churches – can you imagine that today?

A group of 28 women came together for Saturday for “Beauty in Word & Art: Catholic Women Writers, Artists & Social Media Voices in the New Evangelization” at the Shrine. The day was an absolute gift.

The journey toward greater humility might not be one that comes easily or without significant challenge. It might not even be one I want to pursue. But it is necessary if I’m going to grow in my relationship with Christ.

God is not some invisible presence watching us from the sky; God is as close to us as the DNA in our bodies.

Good Samaritan Hospital came into existence thanks to the generosity of Thomas J. O’Neill, a merchant who famously asked Carmelite nuns to pray that his store be spared during the Great Baltimore fire of February 1904.