
Don’t Buy Me Love
The little girl I babysit likes to give me her art. As it is now February, she is currently making Valentines. She asks me how

The little girl I babysit likes to give me her art. As it is now February, she is currently making Valentines. She asks me how

Wolfgang Pauli, a physicist who pioneered the field of quantum physics, is famous for the critique, “Das ist nicht nur nicht richtig, es ist nicht

I’m wearing bunny slippers as I type this post. My late Aunt Tracey gave them to me two Christmases ago (her last Christmas). I wear
I came across an amazing documentary called “180” paralleling the Holocaust and abortion. It is produced by Living Waters, a ministry run by Ray Comfort. Comfort
Let’s suspend disbelief in God for a moment. To understand a Catholic studying the Bible, that disbelief in God must be suspended. We believe in

Ladies, what would you say if …your boyfriend told you he masturbates? …your husband confessed his struggles with pornography? …your brother is actively unchaste? I

In a romantic rush of words, my boyfriend told me he loved me. A week or so later, he had “an interesting conversation” with his
Last month, my boyfriend’s grandfather died. The beauty of our Catholic faith never felt more exposed to me than with the passing of another believing

I have a tennis ball shaped bruise on the side of my thigh. In grotesque literary fashion, I see the bruise as God’s grace literally
“Speak about Christ only when you are asked. But live so that people ask about Christ!” exclaimed Paul Claudel. Claudel, a 20th Century French poet,