Here in Baltimore, we take our Old Bay seriously. We put it on many foods—pizza and scrambled eggs and tuna melts and pasta and corn on the cob. Yum.

This story starts with a birthday wish and ends with a miracle.

~1~ Our neighborhood held its annual yard sale this weekend. Before I married John, I am not sure I had ever even gone to a yard sale. But John really enjoys selling things. He especially loves the neighborhood yard sale because we get to see neighbors that we haven’t seen all winter—and meet a few […]

I realized I could fit in a very brief trip, but it would have to be on my own, without my family.

I sent my husband an email titled, “HALLELUJAH!”

When I baked this week, I decided to try to make a few muffins that were just the tops.

Mary, too, wants to be less of a guest in our lives and more of a mother to each of us.

I’m so grateful to have the photo our son captured of this wonderful priest’s warm smile.

It stands so tall and regal overhead,
As if it’s watching people walk below.
Some pass without a glance, some turn their head,
What seeds are sown we may not ever know.

As we are nearing the end of our prayer basket intentions, I’ve been thinking that what I’ve realized is how often people need prayers and we just don’t know.