In the spring of 1996, I had just called the top level of my phone tree for my Varsity Softball team because our tournament in Rantoul had been rained out...

Twenty years ago almost to the minute, my son Peyton was born. It was a tremendous day packed with excitement, hope, overwhelming love, and a dash of fear…

A couple of friends posted recently to Facebook, “We are an Easter people, and Alleluia is our song…”

As I have said many times before, I often need a nudge or smack in the head to help me realize what is right in front of me…

I guess you could call it one of my mom’s sayings, but it was also more than that. It was a unique command, one that I’ve never heard uttered by anyone else before or since…

I remember how my parents told me that no matter what happened in life they would be there for me. They would help me, guide me, pick me up, scold me, whatever needed to be done because they loved me, and they did…

Father Adam asked the kids at the school mass on Thursday how many of them had ever read or watched the story/movie, "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day." A few adults and a small sprinkling of kids had read it…

The questions just kept coming. She asked, Where do Adam and Eve fit in if scientists say that we evolved from cavemen? Did God really take 7 days to create everything? He’s God, so why didn’t He just do everything all at one time? What evidence do we have that Jesus was crucified?…

I had planned on my writing for today to be something different, but then I read Thursday's readings and thought, "Ok God, I hear you." Now if I can teach my kids to listen to God when they are trying to do things on their own. The reading was from Genesis 22:1-22. Then God said: “Take your son Isaac, your only one, whom you love, and go to the land of Moriah. There you shall offer him up as a burnt offering on a height that I will point out to you.” God was testing Abraham…