Like many other people, we bought a Powerball ticket. Then we did a little dreaming.

It has been a few years since we’ve gone apple picking. So, when we realized we had a few free hours on a sunny Saturday, we headed up to Baugher’s to pick apples.

May this season of All Souls offer you a chance to reconnect with those you’ve loved and maybe make a new connection with someone you won’t meet on this side of heaven.

Our boys won’t be trick-or-treating again this year, but we will be handing out candy, and we have two magnificent jack-o-lanterns for the front porch.

Saints are friends who are in heaven, and we can invite them into the ordinary moments of our day.

~1~ I spent the weekend at the beach with a few friends, and it was absolutely wonderful. But by Sunday morning I was looking forward to being home with my family. I had planned to go to Mass in Ocean City, Maryland, but suddenly I had the idea to break my trip in half by […]

I walked over, glanced at the jar, wrote “197” on a piece of paper, and threw it into the container for guesses.

Mercy goes a long way. Criticism gets us nowhere.

I’m trying to take time to marvel at the colors of this season this fall.

Today, I’m not feeling grateful for grief. But I am grateful for Eric. And I’m grateful for the good memories that come rushing back when I think of him.