
Mr. Smith, Mr. Jones, Bin Laden, and Grandma Sophie
One of the 14 part-time jobs I had while I was in college was as a messenger for a high-powered law firm in Minneapolis, MN.

One of the 14 part-time jobs I had while I was in college was as a messenger for a high-powered law firm in Minneapolis, MN.

I am enthralled and enamored by air travel. There’s something about squishing down in a tiny seat next to a total stranger in the middle

I love you. Regardless of your viewpoints, actions, successes, failures, rants, and sexuality. I love you in spite of anything and everything you could do
I’m tired. I can’t think of one area of my life that isn’t taxed nearly to the breaking point. Energy is gone, finances are three

Sitting here at 2:00 am, watching live footage of the scene in Boston, my mind is a rapid-fire collage of tragedy and bravery. Scenes of
Dear Mr. Jillette, Before ever reading The Royal Road to Card Magic or learning how to do a pass, I was introduced to magic by yourself and
Welcome to “One Catholic’s Guide to Pentecostal Traditions, Terms, and Nuances”! I remember the first time I heard that the “12 days of Christmas” were

I love being let down. I’ve started relishing the realization that I have to relinquish what I thought a given outcome would look and feel like

On Good Friday, 2008, fewer than 24 hours before my wife and I joined the Catholic Church, I spoke to my father-in-law on the

“Forget about man-made religion, man! Do you have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ?” It is likely that we’ve all been on at least one

A while back, we began a 4-part exploration of the four marks of God’s love (Free, Total, Faithful, Fruitful) as explained in Humanae Vitae, and,

In an attempt to stay plugged in to American culture while I live overseas for 16 months, I have regularly acquainted myself with the Billboard

Totus Tuus: a brief, yet brilliant play (Christmas morning, eager child poised in front of tree with one large present, puffy-eyed parents on couch clinging

We’ve all had that “ah-ha” moment, right, men? The one where you’re baking a meringue, blaring J-Lo, and you suddenly ask yourself, “Does love really