I suspect many of our parents remember how often we asked the question. “How how long until Christmas”? I remember I could hardly wait for the gift!s!

There is a story about an old Chinese farmer who lived in ancient times. He was the envy of his rather small village because unlike most of the other farmers, he possessed a horse.

It is a variation of an ancient story. Humans were making a mess. They forgot that they were all sisters and brothers. They each were looking out for themselves and their immediate “blood family.”

For many of my years, “Home for the Holidays” was in the back of most people’s minds come Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Have you ever thought you knew someone only to find that there was much more to this person than you thought?

I wondered what “wandering art gallery eyes” might mean; I often find intriguing insights in the French Catholic periodical La Croix.

Changing Clocks! It is an annual ritual in many parts of the world. I suspect most of us sleep through it.

Recently I reread John Allen’s reflection in Crux about an opportunity and a challenge for Catholics to play a major role in healing our deeply divided nation.

In my mid-eighties, I knew the day would come when I would no longer drive.