The morning of St. Rita’s feast day I said a prayer to my patron saint, who also happens to be the patron saint of hopeless cases. It’s not the first time she’s heard from me, and it won’t be the last.

It wasn’t a royal wedding. We didn’t have a horse and carriage and the queen didn’t have to approve my gown. But I can still remember many details of the day.

When I first met him, he was wearing overalls and a tattered white shirt and a smile that lit up his whole face.

The other night we thought our little league game might be rained out, but we managed to get a few innings in before the coaches called it a night. The sky was getting really dark when our 8-year-old stepped onto the mound to start pitching.

This weekend our younger son made his First Holy Communion.

It was Teachers Appreciation Week this week, and I’m not sure I’ve ever sent more than a note to a teacher before.

How wonderful that, even when life isn’t easy and we struggle to be all we can be, our Father is watching us with a divine love that is beyond understanding.

I’m carrying grocery bags from the car to the kitchen when I hear our second grader yelling.“Mom! Mom! Can you roll this baseball to me?” Before I can respond, he turns and looks at me. “Oh, forget it,” he says. “Your hands are full.” Then he runs to the door and holds it open. I […]

Last weekend my uncle gave us two tickets to the Orioles game, so Daniel and I jumped at the chance to go.

On nights when my husband is working late, our boys and I often eat slops.