We can encounter God in the awesome majesty of a mountaintop sunrise or a scrunched bouquet of dandelion’s in a child’s fist.

It has been cold this week, though not as cold as it has been in some parts of the country. I couldn’t make outdoor play possible every day, but we did have scissors and colored paper.

There’s something about the Bay Bridge.

Children at Mass aren’t Catholics in training. They are Catholics. They are already members of our community. As one of our favorite priests once said, “Children aren’t the future of the Church. They are the Church.”

We are at this magical age where we can play family board games with a fair amount of success.

I’m always interested in duplicating a favorite dish at home to save a little money—and also because it’s fun to see what we can create ourselves.

With snow last weekend and more expected this weekend, we are all in snow mode.

I was a senior in high school, and I was failing calculus. I had to be. I hadn’t understood a word the teacher had said for months, and I couldn’t recall passing a single quiz.

Our younger son was afraid he wouldn’t find a book he wanted to buy. Then he spotted a book on a display and made a beeline for it.

There’s no sign that says, “Jesus,” with an arrow.