My mother now lives in a place called The Village. It has been said that it takes a village to raise a child, but perhaps a village can be helpful at any age. It certainly seems our family requires the help of this village to care for our mother. She lives in the part of The Village labeled “a

I’m a Mary. My mom is a Mary. My older sister is a Bridget Mary. Although I was born in the decline-of-Mary era, I was never the sole Mary around, because I attended Catholic school, although some of my fellow Marys got to go by their middle names or nicknames. As a child, I wished that I had

For days we knew that our little one would be leaving us forever.

Jesus had harsh words for those who worshipped prestige over compassion.

A quiet corner where perhaps we were better educated than we were in our classroom

A new path for pilgrims, trekkers and cyclists