A batch of cookies. There’s nothing extraordinary about it. But sometimes when you feel you can do nothing, you look for one small thing you can do.

I realized I’m a very uneven party thrower. I go way over the top ordering stickers to make Hershey kisses into Dog kisses, but I don’t start food prep for the party until about an hour before guests arrive.

Robyn Barberry has fun with an illustrated image of her family.

Lent calls us to embrace the humility of the Gospel publican and confess that we have sinned, knowing that God’s mercy can heal what is broken in us if we cooperate with his grace. 

In responding to the call of their teaching mission, the Oblate Sisters nurtured the minds and souls of black folk, the very elements of black existence white society routinely denied.

A fire fighter shares an amazing story of faith and salvation with Father Collin Poston.

Today we start the Year of the Dog, which is somehow much more exciting than the rooster or the goat. We are all quite excited about it.

Father Doyle answers a question on whether blessed objects can be sold.

In a week dominated by the Winter Olympics and news of partisan combat (of course) in Washington, D.C., I am transfixed by the contagious smile of one little boy named Lucas Warren.

It’s such a simple thing. It’s not particularly creative. And the intentions are spilling over onto our table.