Just as I began learning the rudiments of the sacred art of iconography, the man teaching me left for an extended European holiday. He embarked on his...
Practicing Catholic
The Advent calendar is one of the few traditions from my Catholic childhood that really took root in my own children’s lives. The Jesse Tree, which I had loved...
When Jesus called his disciples, he promised to make them fishers of men. He also gave nautical and angling advice during his ministry. We might think of...
Ten years ago, I lived by the Venice Beach Boardwalk, famous for its outdoor weightlifting complex known as Muscle Beach. Bodybuilders such as Arnold...
I love Holy Week. With its processions, readings, incense, colors, and music, it is the most theatrical time of the liturgical year, when each of us can step...
As soon as the temperature drops below 60 degrees in New York City, I know it’s almost time. The rest of the city dwellers begin to adorn their windows and...
When my husband and I purchased our first home last year—a single-family colonial in an idyllic planned community—we were excited to decorate indoors and out...
This past semester I had the opportunity to teach a yoga class to my honors Foundations in Theology students in the chapel on my university’s campus. As I...
In my early 20s, my faith life was in a rut. I attended Mass regularly but felt frustrated by elements of most Roman Catholic parishes I attended: rushed...
Breath has long been a way I could steady myself in anxious moments. When the pandemic hit the world, in Ireland where I live we went into full lockdown off...
