Oh, no! The “cry rooms” at St. Joseph Church in Fullerton, Maryland, were filled to capacity! Now the only option was the balcony, where my son Kevin’s exclamations were sure to echo throughout the church. Continue »

I have been a mother for about thirty-five years. With the birth of my first child, my maternal instincts began to surface. Continue »

On our bedroom wall hang the words of the marriage covenant my wife and I made with each other more than thirty years ago: Continue »

He looked so small and helpless lying face up in that hospital bed. The crisp, laundered sheets covered his little body and I could barely see his face peering over them. Continue »

“Wouldn’t it be nice to go on a family pilgrimage? I mean a real pilgrimage—to somewhere like Lourdes, or Fatima, or Rome.” Continue »

My wife, Mary Lou, and I have raised seven children. We made many mistakes along the way, but fortunately nothing that we did wrong seems to have permanently damaged any of our sons or daughters. Continue »