My grandmother, Dorothy Day, believed that to lose one’s faith was the greatest sadness.

Celebrating Mass was wonderful the first time I did it 63 years ago. It is, if possible, even more wonderful today.

Christopher’s death gave five people the chance to live.

Turns out, like having a kid or climbing Mount Everest or doing anything worth doing, you can’t sorta get married.

We are called to the wait of the Christian, which is called hope.

I was the Jewish equivalent of a Christmas-and-Easter Christian. Then I met Jesus on the trail.