They Know Not What They Say

omewhere in the weary midwest, I drove past a billboard housing an advertisement from McDonald’s. Gluten and ground beef glared at me above an annotation reading: “100% Beef. 100% Bliss.” “Marge,” I screamed to my truck. “That’s ground for a class-action...

Keep Miracles Miraculous

hen I was in the throes of my home-schooled religious education, I scoured my family’s collection of Saint books and confirmed what seemed unquestionable at the time — that miracles are, well, miraculous. Dominic’s blessings shattered the cups meant to poison...

Becoming Shameless

o listen to the freethinking crowd, shame seems to be the only thing worth feeling ashamed about. There was a time when I believed them and confessed my “Catholic guilt” — the itch of my soul longing for the scratch of confession, repentance, and rebirth. Mea...