While in college, one of the best parts about my summertime subway commute to work was the 50 minutes of uninterrupted reading it afforded me every day. To stave off any potential conversations, I always boarded the train with my book in hand, head down.
This year I celebrated Easter at an auto show. In celebration of my godson’s 12th birthday, his parents surprised him with a trip to Washington’s annual car show and invited me to come along.
‘They forgot to bring Joseph!’ I frantically whispered to one of the ushers last Christmas Eve
Dear Thomas, As we celebrate your feast day today I can’t help but cringe when I think about the number of times I’ve heard people chide the use of your modern-day nickname “Doubting Thomas.” As much as I’d rather not admit it, I, too, have declared from the pulpit that it’s demeaning and unfair to emphasize your apparent skepticism surrounding Jesus’ resurrection.
As much as I like to imagine myself as a rule-breaker, the truth is I’m more inclined to contentedly walk the straight-and-narrow, hoping not to […]
When I became a godmother, I thought I would be the one doing the teaching.