The Blood of Jesus Is On Me
This past Sunday, I sat in Mass both crowded and slightly irritated as my 5-year-old poked me in the face with her palm for the fifteenth time. The Gospel was...
He Chose You (Good Friday)
When my oldest daughter was four years old, our family made a pilgrimage to the quaint and almost hidden St. Anne’s Shrine in Massachusetts. While praying the Stations of the...
