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I know it's not the same That a dog is not a person But when my dog Elderly, diabetic, so diminished Unable once again to rise from his bed His legs splayed uselessly akimbo Raised his eyes to mine I knew what he was saying A few days later On the last day He did rise and stagger to me He lay his forehead against my leg Raised his eyes to mine I knew what he was saying

It's a delight to have this essay published in the September-October 2025 in Spirit & Life , the bimonthly magazine of the Benedictine...

This blog is on hiatus because I am on sabbatical for the next few months. In the meantime, please explore the previous posts and feel...

It’s an honor and a blessing for me to be published for the second time in “Benedictines”, the journal of the Benedictine Sisters of...

This essay was published today — the Solemnity of the Annunciation — on CatholicArtistConnection.com as part of their Lenten series of...

Two faded photographs.  Could be a single photo; each completing the other.  They emerge from a mildewy box in a mildewy cellar filled...

I am delighted and grateful that the March/April issue of Spirit & Life , the magazine published by the Benedictine Sisters of Perpetual...

I’m four years old.  Dad is scrubbing my face with a washcloth.  He keeps scrubbing just under my lower lip, just above my chin.  “It...

From the Scripps National Spelling Bee website: The word “bee”, as used in “spelling bee”, is one of those language puzzles that has...