Our Fathers

Our Fathers

Our father left us. Not in the permanent, out-for-a-smoke-never-to-return, kind of way. He left us habitually; that is to say, with regularity. He left us outside of supermarkets and soccer games, hardware stores and nurseries. “Here’s a shopping...
Soap Operas and Syrian Refugees

Soap Operas and Syrian Refugees

View image | gettyimages.com People in my life know that I love the same few things, which makes gift-giving really easy. Puppies. Martha Stewart. JCrew. And soap operas. When I began watching soap operas more than ten years ago, they were an active part of the...
Can You Drink the Cup?

Can You Drink the Cup?

“A poem,” Robert Frost wrote, “begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.” In our preaching course, professor Bob VerEecke, SJ encourages us future-priests to break from the boring ease of staid prose....
Two Truths and my Arrogance

Two Truths and my Arrogance

Fifteen minutes into my first retreat as high school campus minister, I found myself sitting in a big circle with all the student leaders of the school. We were playing the classic ice-breaker, “Two Truths and a Lie.” As the game snaked its way around the circle...
Baseball, Technology, and Humanity

Baseball, Technology, and Humanity

View image | gettyimages.com My dad was very amused at the inappropriate level of anger I was showing at the TV screen. He was curious why something like this could stir up such deep emotions in his non-sports-fanatic son.1 But the truth is, one of the more...
National Cookie Month!

National Cookie Month!

So there I was minding my own business and October sneaks up on me with its gray skies and temperatures in the 50s.  Am I mad?  I’ll let you in on a little secret, I can’t stand being hot.  I’ll take a day walking around with a jacket on over a day at the beach every...
Zelda, Music, and Memories

Zelda, Music, and Memories

I grew up playing video games, like many children of the 1990s.  They became an activity I could share with friends and with my younger brother, as well as a chance to engage my imagination.  Fairly quickly, the Legend of Zelda series became my favorite. The games...
Faith of Our Mothers

Faith of Our Mothers

“Meem?” my seven-year-old self asked my seventy-something grandmother as we rode together in the back seat of her car. “Meem” was short for “Mimi,” which itself was short for “Mary.” It was nighttime, summer at the beach, and I was staying with her and my grandfather....