
How growing up in the Depression taught my mom to look to the Church for food
The Church has always been there for her and I thank God for that.
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The Church has always been there for her and I thank God for that.

... and his reaction was a lesson in itself.

Homeless shelters and international charities need my help, but what about the people closer to home?

Accepting my diagnosis was the first step toward freedom

A love letter to the husband who noticed something small and hopeful

The disease and treatment's effect on my six-year-old autistic son is what got to me

Happily, I am acing it elsewhere

Stranded, broke and alone on the cruel streets of New York City, I followed her advice

I was only looking for second-hand costume jewelry, but left with so much more

A frustrating search for an exotic spice brought me back to my go-to saint

Never before had the Easter message meant so much to me.

While I was judging the lady who was judging a young mother, only the mother and her bunny-suited kids seemed to be present at Mass