May this summer be a restful time of renewal, memory-making, and ice cream.

I’m really enjoying connecting and reconnecting with people I’ve missed so much over the past 15 months.

It was a summer evening, and I was home from college. My father and I were taking a walk together through my parents’ neighborhood when we saw a mother and her little girl—maybe 6 or 7 years old—walking on the other side of the street. My father waved, and the woman waved back. “Look!” my […]

Finding happiness in the simple things

The other night, just as I was about to turn out the light at bedtime, my sons started asking about miracles.

A poetic tribute to Brood X, the 17-year cicadas

It’s June, and every day I answer the question, “How many school days are left?”

As St. Pius closes, I’ll be thinking of the students whose time there was cut short and all those grieving that loss. And I’ll be holding onto my memories – and the friendships and connections I have thanks to my time there.

The Holy Spirit is the unseen hero of the Visitation.

It’s almost June, and the strawberries and blueberries are just begging to be gobbled up.