Holy Saturday is such a powerful day. It’s a day of quiet. A day of transition. Today we stand between the sorrow of Good Friday and the joy of Easter. It is a peaceful, hopeful, expectant day.

Somehow in this time of anxiety and indefinite quarantine, when so much seems uncertain, we seem to be primed for those moments of happy discovery—those moments when we see how much we are loved by God and by others.

We’ve waited. We’ve watched. And the bird feeder has hung there, full of seeds no one was eating.

Let’s find small and simple ways to walk with Jesus this Holy Week.

Happy National Poetry Month!

We could never get enough of Tomie dePaola’s illustrations and stories. But what he has left behind for us will have to be enough to read over and over again.

Do you like to bake while in quarantine? Here is a recipe for a delicious apple cake.

Small acts of kindness show how connected we are – and can be – in a world that sometimes feels so focused on individual happiness.

We have only two weeks left until Easter, and I can’t decide whether Lent has been fast or slow. It’s just been…very Lenty.

Letting things be might be the hardest thing about this crisis. Recognizing that things are outside my control is never easy. But it’s especially hard to know that the greatest and most selfless gift I can give to others is to do nothing.