Call me a big-time Catholic loser, but when some friends got together on Palm Sunday to watch “The Passion of the Christ” for the second time, I didn’t show up. You see, the sad truth of the matter is this: I couldn’t get...
Read MoreIt is just a few hours before my youngest niece’s wedding. I am in my sister’s house in Oklahoma City, where chaos is spreading like wildfire as last-minute preparations are underway. There are too few shower stalls for the...
Read MoreThe chapel was drenched in delicious silence. My husband and I had joined four of Mother Teresa’s nuns in their tiny chapel to pray the rosary and then sit quietly before the Blessed Sacrament. On this particular day many years...
Read MoreI am studying a package of graham crackers with a quizzical eye. Although it may not be obvious to the casual observer, I am actually engaging in a bit of philosophy as I lift a cracker and carefully turn it over in my hands....
Read MoreI’m a closet redneck. I like my grits drenched in butter and my chicken heavily fried. And whenever I get in the car to run an errand, I switch the dial to country music. I love songs about the real-life, down-to-earth truths of...
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