Is it conceit or coincidence that a saint who was conceived without sin is the patron of a country that believes the same about itself?

In Honduras, paradise and hell are next-door neighbors, and you can hear the gunshots at night from both places.

I cannot continue to hide the enduring pain that I feel because of a vile and humiliating incident 30 years ago.

Her voice disappeared, leaving an unrelieved haunting silence that signified the end of Susan Broxton’s earthly life.

The only Americans under review for canonization to attend a public university, Day’s indiscretions and confusions, those awkward discoveries and repeated failures of youth, are our own.

I love this man who expressed his love with deeds and whose last deed will likely be his slipping away from me.