My middle child, Charlotte, is two-and-a-half. In fact, she may be the most two-and-a-half two-and-a-half year old I think I’ve ever encountered. Among her
Men are not pigs. You see, that’s giving men too much credit. When pigs burrow in the mud and embrace the dirtiness, it is not
Not to brag or anything, but I can make the Kessel run in less than twelve parsecs. Not only that, but I have unambiguously proven my superhuman tactical genius at an elite orbital battle school, in which I obliterated an entire planet and the Formic race with a single strike. Heck, I once helped the Kwisatz Haderach of the planet Arrakis overthrow an entire empire merely by taking over the production of a spice!
Consider the following two questions: What are Catholics known for in the world? What do we want to be known for? If you look at
I’m married. Yippee! I’ve been married for almost nine years. We have four beautiful children here on earth and a little darling angel in heaven.
“Father, into your Hands,” we hear Jesus pray from the Cross, “I commend my spirit.” (Luke 23:46) We pray these words every night as part
