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The first time I visited Our Lady of Guadalupe’s Shrine in Mexico I was 18 – that was almost thirty years ago. I’m not even sure how many...

Do you like to help? One of my favorite things in life is to help. I love to help. I love it when others offer to help. St. Catherine...

Picture it: Delaware County, Pennsylvania, 1999. A remarkably tall 6th-grader clad in a navy blue plaid jumper and sky blue short-sleeved...

…born of the Father before all ages… In theology there is a distinction between low Christology and high Christology. For the average...

Towards the end of my graduate program, I had a requirement to fill and I chose to fill it with a course on Women and Christian...

Perhaps like me, you are always searching for glimpses of hope, of joy, of belief that point to the Divine Presence in the ordinary days....

In my kitchen, on a painted chalkboard wall high above the counter there is a quote: “Welcome all as Christ”. I wrote it high up on the...

I have a confession to make. I’m not proud of it, but I can’t help myself. As a feminist Catholic and theater connoisseur, I know it’s...

The older I get, the more deeply I am convinced how little I actually know. As I encounter people whose life experience and perspectives...

Today's Readings Jessica reflects on the beginnings of the Church and encourages us to look ahead as we continue to grow the Church.

I have struggled with what to say about the massacre of children and their teacher in Uvalde, Texas a week ago. On the one hand, it feels...

In the decade since I became Catholic and took Saint Perpetua as my patroness and Confirmation name, I have celebrated this feast day...

I first encountered St. Lucy’s Day like I assume all little girls who grew up in the 1990s did; which is to say that I read about her in...

Today's Readings By the time these words are posted, it will have been just over two weeks since the death of Stephen Sondheim, the...

A blog for women seems an unlikely place to find a reflection for St. Andrew. One of the fishermen called by Jesus to be fishers of men...

When I look into the eyes of my youngest niece, Cecelia (Or Cece as my family likes to call her), I can’t help but think of the church's...

For as long as I can remember every year that I was in church ministry there would be a young child in the front pew at church for All...

The first time a therapist used the word trauma to describe my suffering I was stunned. I had just made peace with even going to therapy!...

A game I like to play with people sometimes is asking the following question: “If you could be the patron saint of anything, what would...