This Sunday is Father's Day in the United States. For many people, it will be a day of celebration. For others, it will be marked by grief, absence, disappointment, or longing. As I reflected on the day, I found myself thinking about my favorite episode of Ted Lasso.
A priest I know once confessed that he has what he calls “a copy editor’s heart.” He wants to correct everyone’s mistakes. I laughed when he said it because I immediately recognized the impulse. Not in him. But in me. There is a part of me that would
So it turns out that I'm not the only one who learns things the hard way. Who knew? When I was attending college in Pittsburgh, an ex-boyfriend announced that he was flying to New Orleans to visit me over the summer. This was a terrible idea. I
Yesterday was the Feast of Corpus Christi. At Mass I hear the priest say the same words I've heard hundreds of times before: Do this in remembrance of me. Most times, those words wash over me. Familiar. Comfortable. Part of the liturgy I've known my whole
We humans are pretty proud of our intelligence. We’ve built skyscrapers, landed on the moon, mapped the human genome, and carry more computing power in our pockets than NASA had during Apollo. And yet, sometimes we’re not so different from chickens. If you’ve ever kept chickens, you’
I've been thinking about a number lately. 42. If you've read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, you know it. A supercomputer called Deep Thought spends 7.5 million years calculating the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything. The