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.

Many days all we can do is get up and keep going. And that’s really all God asks of us.

Warmer weather means my husband is grilling dinner more often.

The third potato in the bag caught my attention.

There’s a sense of newness to this time of year, and I like to think it offers an opportunity to embrace a new opportunity, take a little leap of faith, and be open to unexpected change.

The cicadas will be guests at many of the region’s commencements this year. We might as well offer one of them the chance to speak to the Class of 2021.