Most people don’t know Blessed Pier Giorgio Frassati. I had no clue until recently. But ever since I found out, he has become an influential patron in my work as Executive Director of the National Catholic Young Adult Ministry Association (NCYAMA).
By guest blogger Ken Trainor
By guest blogger Sean Flynn
During my most cynical moments as a foster parent, I feel like an afterthought. Or an innkeeper. Or a punching bag. Or a weirdo. I want to complain, throw some punches, and then give up.
By guest blogger Emily Dagostino
By guest blogger Kevin Considine
St. Elizabeth Ann Seton and I have a few things in common. We were both born in New York City and raised two “saucy” boys, though in addition she raised three girls. Also like me, Elizabeth was social, loved to dance, and was good at organizing. She even helped arrange President George Washington’s first inaugural ball in 1789, which was held in New York.
By guest blogger Donna Richert
Sometimes I think I have my whole life figured out. I grew up, got an education, fell in love, got married, had a family, enjoyed a teaching vocation, became a grandparent, and loved others along the way.
But perhaps, there was another plan, and I just didn’t hear the invitation.
By guest blogger Joan Kreb
By guest blogger Bridget Purdome
Why would a progressive Catholic woman, who is passionate about empowering other women, call on a male saint who lived in the 16th century? A saint who was a womanizer as a young man. A saint who used militaristic language in his writings. A saint who never accepted women as full partners in his ministry. Surely, there are enough female saints to turn to!
By Michael J. Sanem
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