Over the past few weeks, I have been going through some boxes of photos and mementoes. The idea is that I will organize them and maybe even discard some things I don’t need.

Sometimes people do terrible things. They hurt people deeply. They hurt children. They let down people who look up to them, people who trust them. They lie about what they do, and sometimes they tell the people they are hurting to lie, too.

It’s not really summer around here without at least one taste of steamed crabs.

Colleen McCormick and Don Hudson were taking off from an airport in Mexico with their children last week when their plane started shaking and crashed.

Our 8-year-old wants a dog. He’d probably settle for a cat, but he really wants a dog.

We’ve had a mixture of rain and sun this week, and one night I slipped out of the house to run to the store for strawberries.

Then I thought of something. It was the feast of St. Ignatius. When you can do nothing else, you can pray.

Yesterday was my birthday! Birthdays are the best.

Apparently Alcatraz tickets are a hot commodity.

Two years into playing Pokemon Go, my sons and I may not be playing with the same enthusiasm we did when it started. But I’m not so sure. There’s still plenty of excitement there.