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.

Have you ever thought about what part you are in the Body of Christ?

My biggest tip regarding this work? Start with your most habitual sin or deepest flaw, no matter how scarlet.

When you realize your nothingness in the face of the power of God, it changes you.

Some traditional pilgrimages have preset paths and destinations with considerable challenges.

I could spend an entire year’s worth of columns trying to share the volume of information floating in cyberspace about trauma.

Trauma . . . it’s quite the buzzword these days . . . almost vogue.

You know what’s the worst? The worst is when a lost shoe, hair that didn’t dry right, and an empty gas tank make me exactly on time for Mass.

We require the life-giving water of mercy and love that Our Lord provides from His vast ocean.

As my head spun, I took my temperature carefully under the tongue with an instant-read meat thermometer.