Buy Local

That beautiful bowl of strawberries in the photo at left is why I won’t buy strawberries at any other time of year. I bought this quart at a local farm last week; it was surprising, because by late July strawberries are usually long gone. But it was a cold, wet spring, which doesn’t bode well for...

St. Clare, Cat Lover

My daughter, Carolyn, recently made a move from Maryland to New York,. In between, she moved back home for two months while looking for an apartment and a job. Along with the many things that came along with her move, she brought her cat, Murphy. (The cat is a female, but was named for my daughter’s...

Sangre de Christo

Cuerpo de Christo! Sangre de Christo! During the homily yesterday, the presider spoke of the triple aftershocks of Easter: Pentecost, Trinity Sunday, and the Feast of the Body and Blood of Christ. It’s an apt description of the powerful feasts that end the Easter season, honoring the Spirit, the...

The Element of Surprise

The story about Joshua Bell playing in a Washington, D.C., subway station a few years back surfaced again last week on a Facebook post I saw. The point of the story is that, in 2008, a Washington Post reporter enlisted Bell in an experiment about people’s perceptions—in this case, how many passersby...

Part of the Gang

Most Sundays at Mass, I have one of the best seats in the house. That’s because I’m in the choir, and in our church, the choir sits behind the altar, facing the assembly. It can be a bit of a nuisance, because you have to think about what you wear (no short skirts!), what you do (not cool to nod off...

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