I had hit a low point in my life. I was feeling anxiety and distress from calling off a wedding.

To harbor the harborless is a corporal work of mercy to provide shelter or refuge to the homeless.

Make this easy tied fleece blanket for someone who could use it.

I think of our neighboring soup kitchens and the caring volunteers who work there.

The impulse to share can start at a young age. I’ll never forget the one day my daughter came to my rescue.

I remember seeing that familiar verse hand-painted on a wooden sign a few years back.

Les Miserables reminds us that no possession is worth more than the opportunity to save a soul.

St. Thomas More was forced to prioritize his loyalty between the king of England and his King in heaven.

For the longest time, Brussels sprouts have gotten a bad rap.

Time given to Christ is never time lost, but is rather time gained.

During the holidays, we can be prone to overindulging between Christmas and New Year festivities.

There are three Mexican imports that I love: the cuisine, Our Lady of Guadalupe and chocolate.

Thanksgiving is one of the most purely and authentically American of holidays.

Jesus loves the poor. Scripture doesn’t just mention that fact; it repeats it over and over in myriad ways.

Pope Francis eloquently calls us to pray for vocations.

I never used to like seafood. Particularly shellfish. Extra-particularly, raw shellfish.

I ask my kindergartener the same question as he gets into the car. “Well, did you get a sun or a cloud?”

Just a few months before our wedding, my husband and I attended a retreat for engaged Catholic couples.

We celebrate our nation’s historical heroes and their contributions to the world.

A year ago, I prepared a last minute Thanksgiving feast for my husband, kids and myself.

Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.

Imagine a young man of noble birth living in the early 16th century in northern Spain.

“If you had faith like a mustard seed you could say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea.’"

Often, I am reminded of the symbolism and meaning that plants and gardens play in Scripture and in our faith.

It was a cold and dreary April day. Easter Sunday had come and gone.