Love is in the air! (Kinda sorta based on your budget)
It’s almost Valentine’s Day! Is everyone excited? Have you gotten started on sending chocolates and flowers and jewelry to your [...]
It’s almost Valentine’s Day! Is everyone excited? Have you gotten started on sending chocolates and flowers and jewelry to your [...]
Another example of sports as religion comes courtesy of Peter Finney Jr, editor and general manager of the Clarion Herald, [...]
John Crowley, right, (Brendan Fraser) and research scientist, Dr. Robert Stonehill, (Harrison Ford) discuss ways of treating the fatal Pompe [...]
It occurred to me after I posted my last blog that I didn’t fulfill my promise of keeping everyone up [...]
Last year about this time, I was walking through a long, winding hallway at Holy Apostles School with crowds of [...]
As a boy, Yogi Berra was asked how he liked school. Berra supposedly responded: “Closed.”
Did you get a time machine for Christmas? I didn’t either, but I did get the next best thing.
Shortly after our older son was born in 1986, I bought a camcorder. By today’s sleek standards, it’s big and bulky, difficult to balance, and records on the ancient, outmoded format known as VHS tape. My plan at the time was to use this then state-of-the-art technology to document our children’s lives as they grew up.
I was inspired by my father, who used 1950s state-of-the-art technology, namely an 8mm movie camera, to document his family’s escapades. Unfortunately, due to the unstable make-up of color movie film, many of those images – along with my memory of the original events – have faded. I did not want that to happen to the VHS tapes, which are also vulnerable to the ravages of time, so a while ago I purchased a DVD/VCR recorder-combo-unit with the intent of transferring dozens of tapes containing precious memories to the latest state-of-the-art technology, DVDs.
Dominican High School gave me just the nudge I needed this past fall. Actually, it was a little more like [...]
My 13-year-old suddenly refuses to pray at meal time, is balking at going to Mass and spends a lot of time in his room with the door shut. I used to feel so close to him and now he seems to be deliberately shutting out the family, especially me, his mother.
THIS IS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. What? How could the sullen distancing of adolescence possibly be part of God’s plan for your family? Think back to a few Sundays ago on the Feast of the Holy Family when we heard the story of the finding of Jesus in the temple. Between the infancy narratives of Christmas and the beginning of Jesus’ adult ministry (The Baptism of the Lord) this is the one glimpse we get of the “hidden years” of Jesus’ growing up. I used to wonder, if we were to get only one scene out of Jesus’ youth, why couldn’t it have been of an idyllic little Jesus playing with the wood chips in Joseph’s carpentry shop, or of an energetic boy Jesus running with the other boys of Nazareth?