In a moving commentary, the father of a fallen soldier says his son’s death was not the random victim of some meaningless accident. He deliberately risked his life to protect others. He was a hero.

As late as 2004, 84 percent of young adults said that they regularly prayed; by 2016, fully one fourth of that same age cohort said that they never pray.

I am not in any way an expert. I am just feeling my way and trusting that the Holy Spirit is leading us through these conversations.

Frank has ASD. Also some incredible gifts and some intense challenges. And he probably won’t grow out of it.

We dropped in on our new twin nephews and cousins this week. They are absolutely precious.

If you’ve not read it, this silver jubilee is a good occasion to do so. Then share the Catechism with a friend.  

A little poetry to mark an ordinary every day memory

Today my son was diagnosed with autism – or ASD. I wasn’t terribly surprised. If anything, I was relieved.

We are grieving the loss of a young and much loved husband, father of four, brother-in-law, son, brother, and uncle.

Two weeks ago when I was praying a novena to St. Therese, I asked her help on a number of things. I explained to her about our children’s transition to their new school.