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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.