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.

I grant there may be few among us who have had the privilege of meeting the likes of the saint we call Mother Theresa. Yet, you and I have touched, or been touched by, saints.

It popped up in a google search for material related to the words of a theologian “Pray with the bible in one hand and the newspaper in the other.”