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 to send good energy to the tens of thousands of […]
Yesterday was one of the finest days in Boston: Marathon Monday. Spectators line the streets from Hopkinton to Copley Square to send good energy to the tens of thousands of […]
Holy Week is here, and I am remembering. Through the challenging years that I was very sick, the Triduum frequently took on special meaning. My heart was fragile and understood
Jesus came as a refugee baby. He lived as a religious minority, was distrusted and harassed by authorities and was executed by the state. If this were a movie made
My father had an Aunt Lucy who I, of course, also considered my aunt, and who died too young of cancer. Her wake and funeral were full of Italian family
This is adapted from a reflection I gave for the Contemplative Leaders in Action‘s Boston Advent Prayer Service, December 1, 2016. O come, O Bright and Morning Star, and bring