A few months ago, I was unpacking my 5-year-old’s overnight bag after a sleepove...

So here we are. It’s almost Advent. Christmas approaches. And once again, it’s S...

The crown remains the most classic symbol of a king. And many kings of old belie...

I love summer, but in Michigan, by mid-August, I’m over the humidity and ready t...

In our dining room hangs a framed print of Caravaggio’s “The Calling of St....

A few years ago, my husband made a wonderful and exotic chicken dish with the he...

As the Easter season comes to a close, we will commemorate the coming of the Hol...

The creator of the cynical, yet beloved, orange cartoon cat, Garfield, had a hum...

Ahhh yes, the words of an all-too-familiar recorder tune many of us tortured our...

But as St. John Paul II said, St. Joseph was more than “a just man and tireless worker.”

Mark the holiday on Feb. 2 with French Crêpes

This fall, my husband and I hosted our first-ever Oktoberfest gathering, which i...

Both the sign of the cross and this sweet-smelling herb help us uncover the true cross of Christ

The ancient blessing on the Feast of the Assumption reminds us to pause and be grateful

Strawberries and Prayer help you share the Feast of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus with your family this June

A daughter's spontaneous May crowning is a reminder of Mary's beauty and the beginning of a tasty tradition

A batch of Tuscan bruschetta with tomatoes celebrates St. Catherine of Siena

What was the best thing about playing the part of Meg? What part of her chara...

On the weekends my kids usually request waffles for breakfast. Not the easy ones...

We recently hosted dinner for two of our parish priests, and in the minutes befo...

A short time ago, I met up with a couple of friends for coffee at a small café, ...

My daughter once asked me, “Mom, what is the best thing that’s ever happened to ...

My child asks me if lobster are fish. I say no, they are crustaceans. He asks...

A year ago, on the eve of Fat Tuesday, I came across a table full of assorted bo...

A few years ago, I remember going through my 7-year-old son’s backpack and findi...