by Rita Piro, Christmas is for kids. How often have we heard this said? Or perhaps said it ourselves.
by Rita Piro, Christmas is for kids. How often have we heard this said? Or perhaps said it ourselves.
by Tara Franco, A few years back, as I was sitting on the couch watching television and snuggling with my Weimaraner, Lucy, I recall viewing the Cymbalta commercial for the very first time. On the surface, this commercial struck me because the depicted family also owned a large Weimaraner.
“Hurt, Hungry, Homeless. Need Food, Money, LOVE” (followed by a large heart drawn in bold marker) read the cardboard sign flat on the sidewalk. A dirty, disheveled man of indeterminate age lay next to the sign as the sun was setting on Mercer St. near Washington Square on a recent cold evening.
by Maureen Pratt
First, it was my car. Next, my refrigerator. Then, my computer. By the time I saw my cardiologist today, I fully expected to leave his office with a ream of new prescriptions and a few new cardio-preserving exercise moves. Why?
What is a pilgrimage? Is there any benefit from going to one? What does one get out of it?
Bustling was the word with which you could characterize Clinton Hill, Brooklyn, during the 1950s and ’60s.
There is a thought experiment in moral philosophy, made famous by Philippa Foot, called the trolley problem. Imagine you are the driver of a runaway trolley that you can steer but not stop. Up ahead, the track forks in two.
The month of October holds special meaning for all Catholics. First, it is Respect Life Month, when we are reminded of the innate dignity and value of every human life, especially pre-born life, the elderly and infirm, also the poor and marginalized.
Pope Francis has designated the time between Sept. 1, the World Day of Prayer for Creation and Oct. 4, the feast of St. Francis of Assisi, as a “Time for Creation: an opportunity to strengthen the common commitment to safeguard life, respecting the environment and nature.”
by Father Robert W. Blauvelt “Offer it up!” How many Catholics are familiar with this every day admonition, usually from a parent or one of the good Sisters in school? I fell and scraped my knee, Mommy. “Offer it up.” I don’t feel well. “Offer it up.” I’m so sad that grandpa died. “I know, honey. Offer it up.