I used to love autumn, and I still do. But when the leaves begin to change, and the evenings and mornings are dimmer, there are moments when the weight of the season hits me.Even with all the beauty and life and celebration of this time of year, autumn is also a season of loss—especially in […]

My husband wasn’t able to join us for our beach vacation with my family this summer, so we promised our sons a long weekend in Ocean City, Md., this fall.

Carrying the bread and wine to the altar is such a small thing to do—just a tiny step when you consider that the bread and wine then becomes the Body and Blood and Divinity of Jesus Christ.

What were your favorite books when you were a child? Our younger son’s current favorite is The Trumpet of the Swan by E.B. White.

Weeks ago when I heard that Baltimore’s Chinatown Collective was planning the Charm City Night Market, I marked my calendar. I could not wait to go and kick off the Moon Festival with Asian food and music at a festival near Baltimore’s former Chinatown.

The other day my phone rang, and I saw that it was my father. It was a rainy day, he was making a round-trip to New York that day, and he had left a few boxes of slot cars and track at his house for us.

On Catechetical Sunday, I am feeling so very grateful to our parish and the catechists who care so deeply about our children’s faith. We are definitely not alone on this journey.

Life is so good and full of so much wonder and joy. But life can also be difficult and painful and sad. When it is, we know we can go running to our Blessed Mother, and she will understand.

Getting to daily Mass isn’t even a goal most of the time, but yesterday I managed to slip downtown to the Baltimore Basilica for Mass, and it was just what I needed.

It’s the rainiest week of the rainiest month of the rainiest year. At least it feels that way.