Growing up, I saw most of the marriages around me crumble. More often than not, it was the men who ran their relationships into the ground, whether by being unfaithful or worse.

I think of mentors and helpers, men and women of kindness and compassion, heroes who listen to their better angels, as triggers for good.

We have to advance the conversation beyond one that limits women to emulating male models but instead understands women and men in relation to one another.

There are so many needs that we can easily feel overwhelmed. Where do we begin? How do we begin? How do we sort out our priorities?

The confessional and the psychiatrist’s office are both holy ground.

We must not fear losing priests because we ask the right questions of our bishops.