Never quite a finish line
Yesterday was one of the finest days in Boston: Marathon Monday. Spectators line the streets from Hopkinton to Copley Square […]
faith
Remembering Jesus
Holy Week is here, and I am remembering. Through the challenging years that I was very sick, the Triduum frequently
Another Revolution
There are certain chores that fill me with existential dread. Unloading the dishwasher is one of them. Every time I
Our powerless Jesus
Jesus came as a refugee baby. He lived as a religious minority, was distrusted and harassed by authorities and was
Santa Lucia
My father had an Aunt Lucy who I, of course, also considered my aunt, and who died too young of