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May 2, 2013

When Cardinal Jean-Louis Tauran stepped onto the balcony and announced that Cardinal Jorge Mario Bergoglio of Argentina had been elected pope, I remember my mind scrambling to put a face with the name. Only seconds later news came that he was a Jesuit. Panic set in. Words like liberation theology, dissent, and modernism read like a digital road sign across my mind. It wasn’t until I learned that he was a "well-formed" Jesuit that my fears eased.

On the other...

March 15, 2013

Anyone who knows me well knows that I’m a pushover for products that have the word "miracle" on the label. I can’t tell you how many miracle cleansers, sealants, detergents, or garden plant foods I’ve bought over the years, each promising to do something exceptional. Some come close to living up to their claims, others not so much. While I don’t buy every product with a promise, I still read the label and wonder if it could be true.

I also like formulas or strategies that are ‘proven...

February 28, 2013

The next best thing to sitting next to my husband at Mass is our drive home. We typically chat about the usual stuff: our breakfast plans, our Sunday to-do list, and, of course, how cute our grandbaby Gemma Rose is. Then we'll have a conversation about Mass—more often than not we talk about the homily, then maybe we'll discuss the music, and so on. It's a sweet exchange.

But it wasn't always like this. For many years my car ride to and from church was a lonely ride. It was just me and...

February 20, 2013

I admit it. I’m eBook phobic. Thin metal tablets that can hold hundreds if not thousands of books scare me. It’s not the technology that I find so scary; it's our obsession with it. For most of us, our need to carry around a small library in a container the size of a small book is not so much out of need but just because we can.

No, I’m not a Luddite; I have electronic stuff. I also recognize and...

February 7, 2013

A few months ago at Mass, a couple with their young daughter entered the pew directly in front of my husband and me. Everything was fine until the Confiteor, when the husband turned to wife and proceded to have a conversation with her. Not a few words mind you, but a conversation. This got the little girl's attention, so she stood up on the pew and began to interact with her parents. My first line of defense in situations like this is to close...