Fat Like Me

Fat Like Me

“Look how fat she is!” The loud whisper was intentional as the woman passed their table in the Chicago restaurant. “I bet she’ll order a large Diet Coke – they all do!” The girls giggle, drop their cash on the table and leave. My heart sinks. I look over at the...
A Saint for the Broken

A Saint for the Broken

I am not a saint. When I think of a “saint,” I think of someone holy, close to God. When I think of myself, I think of someone trying to be holy, someone somewhat close to God… But what is a saint? Maybe saints don’t always feel close to God. Perhaps they...
Lights, Camera, Ignatius!

Lights, Camera, Ignatius!

“The ‘how’ is not important, only the ‘why.’” Although the above line is actually a bit of movie dialogue from St. Dominic to St. Ignatius, it accurately summarizes my thoughts about the recently-released film Ignacio de Loyola. A production created by the Philippines...
After the Flood: The Redemption of Baton Rouge

After the Flood: The Redemption of Baton Rouge

Embed from Getty Images When I first heard about the shooting of Alton Sterling in Baton Rouge, followed by the killing of three police officers just days later, I could hardly recognize my hometown. “Surely we are better than this?” I thought to myself. I love Baton...
Note to Self: Keep Your Clothes On!

Note to Self: Keep Your Clothes On!

Embed from Getty Images Some coaches are legendary for their responses when they are upset about a call. Brian Kelly’s face turns 50 shades of purple in anger. Bobby Knight kicked a chair across the court. But I can’t say I’ve ever seen this one before. Two Mongolian...
On Women Deacons

On Women Deacons

Editor’s Note: On August 2nd, we learned that Pope Francis was calling a “high-stakes” commission to study the possibility of women deacons serving in the Church. The internet immediately blew up, with some voices praising the commission as the sign of a more...
Real Parents

Real Parents

You’re not my real parents. I said that to them at least once in my life. I followed the comment by running away from home, a slammed door followed by a short jaunt down Lola Drive with my blankee tied up on a yard stick and filled with GI Joe action figures...