I think the first time I realized you can’t run away from suffering was when I volunteered at a nursing home in high school. I was simultaneously repelled and drawn to the older people there, who grasped to reach my hand as I...
Read MoreWhen I was a little girl I used to love to watch the butterflies, particularly monarchs, as they gracefully swooped in large numbers through our backyard in late August. There seemed to be hundreds throughout the day passing...
Read MoreOn Saturday evening my six year old daughter Theresa ran shrieking down the stairs. I thought someone had gotten hurt and I rushed to her at once. There were no injuries but there was elation and a dangling baby tooth on the...
Read MoreSeventy three years ago, on May 24, 1937, Blessed Mother Teresa made her final profession as a Loretto sister. Like most suburban housewives, I have never been to India . I never witnessed Mother Teresa as she ministered to the...
Read MoreThis past weekend my family headed south four hours to pick up our three college students and to attend the graduation of our oldest. All six of our younger children piled into two vehicles—one driven by me, the other driven by...
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