On the Feast of Transfiguration, I’ve been reflecting on the transfiguration moments in my own life, when I look at our children and see God at work within them.

As a recent college graduate, I was excited and nervous, and maybe even scared to move to a new place where I didn’t know anyone. But I wanted to give journalism a try, and I couldn’t wait to get started.

Getting to know Ignatius—or any saint—a little better can help us as we walk our own faith journeys.

Yesterday was my birthday. It wasn’t a special milestone, but every birthday feels significant to me. And every birthday offers a chance to pause and reflect on who I am, why I’m here, and how blessed I am.

When the children are younger, you struggle with how to display their artwork because it’s all so personal and sweet. Then when they get older, it can be even harder to know what to do because their work is so beautiful.

Maybe this is not your parenting approach. You do what works for you. I’ll be over here watching a happy child lick his spoon.

I’ve long admired Father Joe Breighner’s work.

There wasn’t quite enough for another double-crusted pie, but I could maybe make a tart.

God is waiting patiently for each of us, loving us right where we are, recognizing that our path is uniquely our own.

Our boys have been participating in a robotics camp—one as a counselor and one as a participant. I had the chance to visit the camp briefly for a competition, and I was struck by how amazing it is to see your child move into that kind of leadership role.