I have a secret shame and it’s called 19 Kids and Counting.
I’m a big fan of the show. There is something so intriguing about the private life of a family with 19 children, and even...
There’s been quite a bit of media coverage lately about kiddies at Mass. One parish’s idea had made the Facebook rounds a while back: the pastor had put an insert into every pew asking...
My husband’s granny passed away last week—suddenly, from a brain aneurism. She had her bath (she would be mortified I told you that) and went to her room. We are told that she laid herself...
A few months ago I took an online survey called Are you a feminist? I eagerly clicked through the questions because, in all honesty, I did not know the answer. I am a 30-something married woman....
I grew up on the rather traddy side of the Catholic fence—I recited rote prayers and the Baltimore Catechism, with a High Latin Mass thrown in here and there for good measure. So my first visit...
Our parish celebrated its hundredth anniversary last Sunday. It was a big to-do. The bishop came for Mass, there were ten priests, thirty altar servers, incense, bows, bells, special crowns for the Icon of Our Lady of...
It was an exciting day when I received Nazareth Family Spirituality: Celebrating Your Faith at Home with Catherine Doherty in the mail. I had seen it, newly minted, on the Madonna House bookshelves and eyed it...
The chickens came to us from a situation of overcrowding. There was a red rump here or a de-feathered neck there, but they were none the worse for wear. I had been assured that...