Louisa May Alcott’s “Rose in Bloom” was my favorite book in middle school – similar to her more popular “Little Women,” but featuring a group of cousins instead of siblings, and less sad – and a reference to the wisdom of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s essays led to my reading and admiring Emerson.
Following a severe case of COVID last summer, I developed a bald spot. As with any flaw, I spend a disproportionate amount of time trying to hide it; AI tells me it could take a year for my hair to grow back. So I fuss and rearrange things and impatiently wait.
As we ring in the New Year, Bishop James P. Powers is deciding how change will come to the Superior Catholic Herald.
“Shop, shop, shop” is the mantra blaring at us throughout the holiday season.
If you ever discuss media publications with Catholics in other dioceses, you know the diocesan newspaper is an endangered species.
I was reading David Brooks’ “The Second Mountain: The Quest for a Moral Life,” when Pope Francis died. This paragraph, pulled from Brooks’ conclusion, struck me as almost the definition of the pope’s ministry to the Western world:
Let me just begin by explaining that we have an outdoor, wood-burning furnace on our hobby farm.
On a cold December night, the kids and I snuggled into pillows and blankets to watch “Mickey’s Christmas Carol,” my all-time favorite version of Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol.”
If you’ve ever felt the impulse to break free from everyday life and give back to humanity in a meaningful way, here’s a story for you.
I’m currently reading “The Good Life: Lessons from the World’s Longest Scientific Study of Happiness,” by Robert Waldinger and Marc Schulz. The book has been cited in many articles I’ve read, so I figured it was time to go back to the source.
