Praying for peace

When I don't know what to do, I pray the Rosary. I prayed it a gazillion times when I was growing up: every time our family went on a road trip, every day during Holy Week, every time I couldn't sleep or was recovering from sickness or when the Pope said we should. Yesterday, I …

Howling

At 8 o’clock in the evening, my neighborhood howls. Residents come out into their yards and onto their porches and they howl while the bells of the clock at the nearby college ring out the hour.  Last night I left my apartment at 7:47, and instead of walking on the path by the river, I …

Rejoicing

Since this pandemic began, I have not felt much like writing. In April we celebrated Easter, many of us in our pajamas watching a church service from our living room sofas. I used my free time during that month to pack boxes, move them by the car load, and to sew masks. The latter felt …