Don’t be afraid of the hurt. Don’t be afraid to stay and fight.
I have also come to realize that though this house is an excellent place for family and friends to gather, host delegations and meetings, entertain for sleepovers and graduation parties, it just has become too big for me, for my life and for my way of living in this world.
During the month of February, Black HIstory Month, we watched together many movies, some fictional but most factual, that portrayed the stories of individuals who helped to break down racism and discrimination, fight for equal rights, rise to a place of honor and respect in unjust systems and challenged others to be treated with humanness and dignity.
I took on the challenge as a New Year’s resolution to send 365 days of thank-you notes to everyone throughout my lifetime who deserved a thank you by touching me in one way or another.
Though change is difficult to many, we will hopefully have learned to have an openness, an acceptance and an understanding to new and loving ways of thinking, acting and relating to God, ourselves and others.
The barefoot journeys taken through the years are the happiness and joy that are fruits of a life well lived.
Today, we have so many options available to help us communicate even better with our family, friends, those right next door and around the world. Unfortunately, we seem to be struggling with our ability to communicate with others, with ourselves and with God.
God pardons all our faults, our weaknesses, our struggles. Shouldn’t we also do the same for others?
It always amazes me in the early spring to witness the growth of new life around me from the leafless trees and barren soil to the abundant green of fields and forest during the summer months. This year, my perennial flower gardens and my large yard are flourishing with all the beautiful rain and overall […]
I’m a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a co-worker, a cantor, a child of God. But who am I really? How do I describe myself to someone I don’t know?
As a mission territory for many years, the United States first saw priests from Spain, France and Portugal arrive as early as 1523 to bring the sacraments and liturgy to the immigrant populations settling on our coastal shores. Within a few hundred years, priests continued to arrive from England, Italy, Sweden, Germany, Poland, Yugoslavia and […]