It was finally mine—the quilt I first loved at my grandmother’s house, draped over her bed on chilly winter nights. I adored its colors: small fa...

When my husband and I were in Ireland earlier this year, I watched black-faced sheep graze easily—at least it appeared so—over the rocky mountain...

The Red Kettle For years The Salvation Army has placed its red kettles in high traffic areas during the holiday season to attract donations to its...

A good story needs bad guys. The good guys have to defeat the bad guys and all is right with the world, but not before an intense struggle ensues whe...

I had my hospital rounds all planned out. Volunteering in the pastoral care program at the local hospital was my way of obeying Jesus’ command to v...

I was intrigued when I read the words of St. Francis de Sales, the Catholic Patron Saint of Writers: “Make friends with the angels, who though ...