When I feel helpless, I try to pick one thing and do it well. The other night I set everything aside to make a pie.

We are done with school, but school isn’t done with us. That’s been true for weeks, but it’s never been as true as it is today.

It brings with it a small reminder to hold onto hope—even when it might seem easier to give up.

I almost think it would be worth it to make bread just to fill the house with the scent of bread cooking.

This weekend, my 10-year-old godson wrote a prayer.

During this time of social distancing, as we wear masks and stay away from people we love, it’s important to remember that we are doing this because life matters. Because love matters.

Do you see faces in food? It happens to me all the time.

St. Rita is patron of several things, including parenthood and marriage difficulties, but what she’s best known for—and perhaps most needed for today—is impossible causes.

I started thinking about unexpected questions that only seem to come up when you’ve been living under stay-at-home orders for weeks on end.

Heartbreaking as this experience is for the Class of 2020—and it is—I also find the Class of 2020 intriguing and inspiring.