I feel very proud that out of all the states, the Blessed Mother chose ours to visit!

I grew up in a football family. Soccer didn’t come into the picture for me until I had kids who played it.

Childlike wonderment and awe beget reverence for mystery, majesty, and the things Our Lord gives us.

It’s been said that there are two types of travel companions: Holy ones and ones that make you holy.

What is the difference between entitlement and a childlike trust that expects God to give you what you need?

As I walked away from the parking garage, I wondered if I’d ever see my car again.

The contrast between the spiritual life and earthly life is striking.

As I began my ungraceful ascent to my crying child, I realized I was one narrow passageway away from needing saving myself.

There were three bunnies and a chicken coop in pieces in my living room when I wondered if I’d made an unforced error.

In all manner of trials —external and internal — Our Lord never leaves us. 

My family and I watched the U.S. ice skater crank out quad everythings.

New year, new start, new hope . . . a great big “do-over!” if your 2025 was less-than-special.

If you’re still looking for a New Year’s resolution, try surrendering to God’s will for you. Read about how you can grow in trust.

From my vantage point, here are the three biggest challenges I believe were faced by our intrepid brothers in faith:

I once asked my mother, a Depression-era kid born in 1926, to describe the Christmases of her youth.

Sometimes we can’t understand God’s ways — because our ways are not His ways after all.

The holiday season officially starts for me when the air is heavy with the aroma of butter and white wine as the turkey roasts in the oven.

I’m penning this column on what would have been my 36th wedding anniversary.

How often in our lives are we faced with situations we simply cannot control?

As we wrap up October, the month of the Rosary, I can’t help but feel that the Rosary sometimes feels like the treadmill.

A beautiful “New Hope” is the growing evidence that the brain can be retrained.

In the wilderness, help would only come by the grace of God.

As a born and raised Midwesterner, nothing speaks to my heart like a good deal.

This month, I thought I would dive into my personal little theory of how spiritual/emotional wounds can lend themselves to physical dysfunction.

As I face the school year knowing I won’t see my oldest daughter until Christmas, I cling tightly to Our Lord with roots of confidence.