What if you spent four years of college processing your grief?

I derive much of my hope, inner peace and creative inspiration from those saints and prophets who lived in and spoke from the margins outside the white, privileged worlds of power and authority in both church and society.

Working in labor and delivery can be a beautiful job. But there are trying times too.

My dad had always been a God-like figure to me.

I wondered if I could even be Catholic anymore, much less continue pursuing the priesthood somewhere else.

I refuse the logic that insists that, by saying the occupation must end, I am with the Palestinians and against the Israelis. There is a third place, which is not “for” or “against,” and that is the place of love, a love rooted in justice.