Let us continue to pray for all fathers, especially immigrant fathers who have left their homeland in search of a better future for their children. Following the example of St. Joseph, may they remain men of faith, hard work, courage, and service, never forgetting that God walks beside them — even through life’s fiercest storms.

A newsletter I read signs off the same way every time: “To a future of Abundance.” The writer, futurist Peter Diamandis, is one of our most fluent evangelists for what artificial intelligence is about to do for us, and I read him because he gives such confident voice to the optimism so much of our culture now takes for granted.

I tasted it, and it wasn’t just too salty. It was terrible. Even though I had followed the recipe, the dish was inedible.

George Matysek’s backyard may never win landscaping awards, but the dirt where his sons play baseball has become a place where memories, family bonds and faith take root.

Every mom — and everyone who was ever a kid — remembers the occasional chaos of school mornings, grabbing breakfast, homework, lunch bags, negotiating who gets the bathroom next.

I used to be supportive of the SSPX and have regularly attended Mass at their chapels at different points in my life. How do I know if I’m excommunicated now?

July is my favorite month of the year. It’s my birthday month, so that adds to the joy, but July is also the heart of the summer—and summertime is the best.

As we mark the national semiquincentennial on July 4, we might well reflect on Benjamin Franklin’s answer to Elizabeth Willing Powel, when the elderly sage left the Constitutional Convention in 1787 and the Philadelphia matron demanded, “Well, Dr. Franklin, what have we got, a republic, or a monarchy?”

“Alone” sends 10 trained survivalists into the wilderness to live off the land. Armed with strict limits on their gear, the individual who lasts the longest wins a $500,000 prize. Unlike other reality shows, the participants do their own camera work.

I was making coffee early on the Fourth of July when I heard the ping of a text message.