We haven’t had professional photos taken of the boys in almost four years, so I scheduled a shoot last week, got them all dressed up, went to the mall, and they posed for the camera.

In a split second, the place that we called home could have become one in a list of many: Sandy Hook, Oklahoma City, Columbine, the World Trade Center, the Boston Marathon and now Parkland. It only takes one person with malicious intent to uproot and destroy lives.

I stopped at the grocery store, bought way too much food so she’d have enough for a few days’ worth of lunches, and headed to her house.

Our children love playing cards. I try to carry a deck of cards with me wherever I go, and they have saved me many times.

Last weekend we went to a baby shower for friends who are expecting a baby girl. I was supposed to write down a piece of advice for the parents-to-be, and I could not think of a single thing to say.

I’ve never been to the Emerald Isle. But throughout my childhood, my mother made sure my siblings and I knew we were Irish.

Modernity is not a constant movement towards progress. Instead the modern worldview has a gaping hole right in the middle of it.

For weeks now, I have been looking for a container to gather the small victories my colleagues and I celebrate in the office.

A 2017 neurological study suggests that we can lean on a key practice to give us the spiritual muscle to rise above temptations: prayer.

“Thoughts and prayers” are an appropriate, initial, compassionate response to any tragedy, including the death of innocents at a concert, church or school. But a solution requires action. And the time for action is now.