Finally, a woman! Have you noticed that most of our saints with funny names are men? It’s not my fault. There just aren’t that many women on the Eastern calendar. In June alone the ratio of females to males is 3:22. It’s really nobody’s…

In 1974, Robert Gutherman was a 14-year-old youth, one of 11 children growing up in the shadow of St. Katharine Drexel’s convent in Bensalem, Pennsylvania. He and his brothers had often served mass for the sisters. Though not yet declared…

What’s the name of that screwball comedy? The one with the two desperados? That one. Anyway, they’re in mortal danger. One guy makes a quick Sign of the Cross in a desperate plea for heavenly aid. The other guy looks at him, thinks for a…

We interrupt this Eastern Rite calendar to bring you St. Joseph. Why? Because St. Joseph (feast day March 19 on the Western calendar, patron of the universal Church) does not have a separate feast day on the Eastern calendar. This may lead…

Little kids, little problems. Big kids, big problems. Does it have to be that way? Or is there something we can do? Between 17 and 25, a person is bound to go through at least one life-changing transition, and probably several. We…

BY SUSIE LLOYD Talk about temptation. Two baseball buttons, a small boy, and a pocket just the right size. Joey had brought me the buttons while enduring a visit to Sew Bored, the fabric store. I had said they were not in the budget. Now…

BY SUSIE LLOYD When Immaculée Ilibagiza first published her 2006 memoir Left to Tell, it was with the modest hope of sharing the book with friends. Her agent, however, told her to quit her job. The book tells in harrowing detail about the…

BY SUSIE LLOYD 'Twas the night before Christmas, and the children were nestled all snug in their beds. Nope. Not us. We were going to Midnight Mass. The sun had gone down at 4:30 p.m., and the dark hours which followed made Christmas Eve…

by Susie Lloyd Audrey Assad is more than a vocalist; she is a voice. Her music expresses a search for God that is at once inspiring and confounding. One moment ethereal and delicate as a butterfly born aloft on a gentle wind, and the next…

by Susie Lloyd When I was 8 days old, my parents carried me to the baptismal font and gave me the gift of faith by proxy. Nobody asked me first. My godparents were my oldest brother Jon and my grandmother. It was their job to recite my…