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.
It is revealing how a young person — without as much time here on earth and years of experience we adults have — has the wisdom and understands the importance of being attentive to the people around them and inevitably finding happiness for themselves and others by this awareness.
The barefoot journeys taken through the years are the happiness and joy that are fruits of a life well lived.
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 […]