The rich young man is the only person in the Gospels who does not heed a direct call from Jesus.

With the recent death of my mother, I feel more vulnerable to the threats and pitfalls of the world.

We rise in many small ways as we travel our unique road of life.

After many years, I found that I actually had a fondness for Bowie songs, because they made me think of my husband.

Would I lie for my child if it would keep her out of prison? Would I flee with my kid to another country?

I felt oddly and uncharacteristically vulnerable when I realized that my daughters had given up a free weekend in their own lives to check in on their mom.

As we lovingly stumble through another Advent season, we might remember the most important “yes” of all, the answer of a young Jewish girl named Mary.

We’d all like to cheat time’s passage, but all we have is today. This blessed day. A reflection for All Souls Day.

As grateful as I am for the health and well being of my family, as thankful as I am for the abundant blessings of my life, I know I have more to do. More to pray about. More to love.

The thing I remember best about Louie is that he said he hadn’t had a peach in 30 years. Louie (not his real name) was a lifer; he was in his 50s and had been in prison for over three decades. On the day he told me this, as he was hanging out in the library where I work, a couple of landscape