Catechists, the Church needs you! We’re losing our kids to secularism.

Gratitude doesn’t always come easily, but there’s almost always something to be thankful for, though it can take time to see it.

With a pumpkin cookie in hand, how can you feel anything but grateful?

Our 7-year-old climbs into bed next to me, and I know I should get up. But he wants to make conversation, and I can never get enough of that.

Saturday starts as all Saturdays do, with children who bound out of bed before their parents do—a good sign since we were at the pediatrician’s office yesterday.

Our children are off today, so the morning starts with a sense of calm. There are no lunches to pack, no last-minute homework assignments to do, no field trip forms to forget.

I’m chronicling our daily lives on the blog this week in the Week in My Life challenge, so I could probably have given myself a break from 7 quick takes.

After decades of producing stories that go into a depth not found in some other outlets, and after many years managing newsrooms, editing pages and mentoring others, Joe Ryan is hanging up his red pen.

Morning comes quickly. As I get things ready for the day, I keep in mind that I will be at a work event late into the evening.

Richard Wilbur died last month. He was, Dana Gioia said, the finest poet of his generation and the greatest American Christian poet since Eliot.