Every year, at the beginning of warm weather, I encourage everyone to get out in the sun and experience nature, but it’s important to respect…read more
Growing up, I always knew Dad’s side of the family was Polish. I knew we had a special affinity for sausages and cabbage, that we…read more
Sometimes, I wonder what an outsider would think of our world. How can a planet, so small within the vast universe, be so terribly at…read more
Summertime is by far the easiest season to prioritize your health and improve your diet. A delectable cornucopia of fresh and seasonal produce is available…read more
Lately, I’ve been considering teaching my son Matthew about the saints. At the big-boy age of 5, he’s surely old enough to become captivated by their stories. But then I realized that when you talk about the lives of the saints, you also have to talk about their deaths.
Therein lies the problem.
Not every saint had a gruesome death, of course, but quite a few of them did. And for a kid whose imaginative diet consists of nothing more sinister than the dragon that Harold draws with his magic purple crayon, I can hardly fathom telling him about St. Agnes, whose head was cut off, or St. Lawrence, who was literally grilled alive. My child already has an innate fear of the dark; I don’t need to tell him stories that will encourage it.read more
Last week, I paused to look out the front window of my apartment just long enough to see a middle-aged woman briskly get in her…read more