A dozen years ago or so, back before we had children, my mother asked me to bring the sweet potatoes to our Thanksgiving dinner.

It snowed yesterday! I had seen that snow and sleet were in the forecast, but so often storms don’t amount to much—especially in mid-November.

You wonder why God would ask that of you at a time when your jar of flour is nearly empty and your jug is nearly dry.

Our older son turns 11 tomorrow. Eleven! It sounds so much older than 10.

Grieving Together is both beautifully and practically written. It is, in fact, the book Laura and Franco wish they had had when they miscarried their third baby.

This pot of slops wasn’t looking very exciting, so I pulled a packet of onion soup mix out of the pantry. Onion soup should be able to jazz almost anything up.

How was your Halloween? Ours was spooky and fun.

As Catholic Christians, we know that we never really lose anyone we love. We might just be physically separated for a while.

The pumpkins are carved. The costumes are ready. The decorations are up. Even the chicken noodle soup is disguised as a ghost.

There was a time where I was not proficient in Pokemon. I’m still not an expert, but I can at least speak the language.