Cay Gibson attempts to translate the message behind Pope Francis' iPhone plea for unity with other Christians.
Cay Gibson looks at how the message of Pope Francis is being heard by people who have been wandering aimlessly in the wilderness.
Cay Gibson shares how her view of parenting has changed...and how it has changed her.
I have a question for all of you. How much plastic do you use in the kitchen? Plastic bowls? Plastic spoons? Plastic measuring cups? Plastic trays? Plastic everything else? Or do you deal only with purposeful kitchen
I often anticipated passing the sacred torch of marriage on to my children. I never could have seen the battle of rhetorical arguments that would block my path during the handoff. It’s a beat-up world and we’re
Another Lent is near completion and we ask ourselves: “How am I different? Am I different? Am I a better person? Am I a better Christian?” From the time we are small we offer up candy and
Late one night as I rode with my friend and our children to and from a basketball game, we talked. And talked. And talked. Surprisingly it was a quiet ride. Very conducive to talking and sharing with
At the beginning of Christmas vacation, I was exhausted. Didn’t know it. Wouldn’t admit it. But I was really exhausted. On the eve of “welcome-to-life-in-the-New-Year” I realized that no matter how much life has to offer and
There are people who find it disturbing that others observe Christmas festivities before the actual feast day on December 25th. They find it troublesome that others do not reverently observe the season of Advent in its true
As I await the pending birth of our family’s very first grand-pumpkin :), I realize how much my family has to be thankful for this year. You just can’t beat the gift of life, especially in these
We cooked, cleaned, and cared for my father-in-law after my mother-in-law passed away in 2003. I say “we” because my husband and his family were a huge part of this caring process. He had the beginning stages of
A favorite saint of Catholic girls is St. Therese the Little Flower. This little saint is a good patron to share with our daughters, granddaughters, and goddaughters. There are plenty of “St. Therese”s and plenty of little books
I stand alone at the hospital window looking down. Votive lamplights burn their nighttime vigil over a twilit parking lot void of white horses and golden chariots, no gladiators or princes to ward off the phantom who
I’ve been thinking about neighborhood ice cream trucks. We used to be assured of circus music, icy cold treats, and delicious childhood memories every weekend, every summer, thanks to the ice cream truck. We still occasionally hear
The last couple months has been a flurry of weddings, graduations, anniversaries, and birthdays in our family circle. Such joyful celebrating. God is good. On the