Today as we reflect on the birth of the Blessed Mother, my sons are beginning the school year.

Every now and then, when the children aren’t on screens and they don’t feel like reading or dodging the mosquitoes in the yard, they don’t know what to do. That’s when the magic happens.

Nine years ago today, we flew home from China with our new baby boy and introduced him to his big brother.

The very first leaves are starting to drift off the trees. But I am really sorry to see summer end—and not just because school is starting again.

I’m trying to bring a positive attitude to online schooling this fall.

The birds are taking such meticulous care of their eggs, and then the next thing we know the egg is broken on the cage floor.

I want to hold onto summer for as long as I can, but I can feel it slipping through my fingers. So, I’ve been making strawberry muffins.

It’s peach season, and the peaches that made their way to my kitchen counter seemed not quite ripe enough for a peach cake. But sometimes you just really want peach cake—and you realize you have time to make one.

There in the nest was a tiny, perfect egg.

It was Christmas Eve and she was too sick to go to Mass. So, Mass came to her, broadcast live on a wall of her room.