On Tuesday morning, April 28, 2026, Susan Lea Whittaker, age 75, suddenly collapsed and then died in the arms of a homeless man in Southern California. She had been homeless for ten years herself
On Tuesday morning, April 28, 2026, Susan Lea Whittaker, age 75, suddenly collapsed and then died in the arms of a homeless man in Southern California. She had been homeless for ten years herself
Today is the birthday of Uncle Palmer, my mom’s only brother. I recently came across the eulogy his oldest son delivered at his funeral in December of 2010.
In this paper, I examine recurring concepts about friendship that appear in the writings of Western thinkers, in order to ask the question: What, essentially, is friendship?
On April 17, 2014, the ashes of my mom and dad were laid to rest in a common grave just across the street from the home on Christmas Lake where they raised all ten of us.
Today is Divine Mercy Sunday, a time to remember in a special way the message of our Lord to St. Faustina Kowalska, a simple nun from Krakow in early part of the 20th century.
I posted the audio of a talk given in 2005 about the Shroud of Turin by Jack Sacco. Sacco, an engineer and writer by trade, interviewed the multi-disciplinary group of scientists who were given access to study the Shroud in 1978.
Holy Saturday is a day of waiting. It’s a day of waiting for the Bread to rise, to be baked and to be ready for us. Saturday is Mary’s day, a day to wait with her in stillness and in hope.
Certain elements of the Passion narrative push forward in relief for me as I mull over a story I’m writing (Saint Judas).
Blessed Easter! May the Resurrection of Christ transfigure every corner of your existence. May your every tear be joy-stained; behind every upset, may you experience the joy of being discovered by the One who has upset it all, for love of you.
“You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept….”
