My mother-in-law passed away several months ago, and now my husband and his siblings are going through the arduous task of sorting through her belongings. My in-laws had six children and kept each report card, poorly colored picture, toddler...

We all know people like the princess who couldn’t sleep because of a pea under her many mattresses. Mary Abrahamsohn was the opposite of that. To me it seemed there were days when her glass had only a few drops...

I had been watching too many of those romantic European period pieces, the ones where the ball is the make-or-break moment of the whole movie. Somehow the courting couple has the most intimate conversation of their lives while switching...

This past summer, my area experienced a long drought. On my summer retreat, the usually lush grass was parched, the lilacs looked wilted, and the level of the pond was lower than any other year that I could remember....

Fr. Michael Rossmann, SJ, remembers a 100-year-old friend who “was grounded in a religious tradition and intentional about celebration. She was joyful.” Fr. Rossmann is the author of The Freedom of Missing Out: Letting Go of Fear and Saying Yes...

We learned quickly not to step on the moss. On the flight to Iceland, one video after another cautioned against committing such a heinous act. There were signs at the airport too. Part of the instructions given to weary travelers...

Try to imagine God singing through your soul. God is expressing love, wisdom, beauty, and truth through your specific life. What would God's vocabulary be? What words frequently show up in your conversation, in your thoughts? Are they words with...

Do you love all the aspects of you? Are you proud of all the parts of who you are? Last week, I introduced myself to my new students as we began the school year together. I’m never quite sure what to...

Day 100 after a transplant is a big milestone. It is the day the doctors trust the transplant won’t be rejected. It is the day the patient stops needing 24/7 care. For some, it is the day they get...

“Red, green, or Christmas?” our waiter asks. Sensing we’re not from Santa Fe, he points to our menu’s illustrations of chilis. He gestures, “mixed.” We order and return to our chit-chat about the conference we’re here to speak at. I’m...