But in time, I think, the Church just assumed everyone knows or in the least someone had told you what it meant to be Catholic, i.e, had told you the Gospel message from the beginning.

Sometimes, what feels right in your gut, doesn’t feel right in your heart.

The trip isn’t the thing.

I hope when it’s my time to go into some community, I have the sense to know when people are making decisions on my behalf. I doubt it, but one can only hope. We all get there at some point.

I do love a good audible.

Hell, I’ve got a ton of pictures and really, what the heck am I going to do with them?

Self improvement is tough, but not only on you, but the people around you.

I’m telling you, we Catholics take the Eucharist seriously.

It’s something to be a mattress for my son. To feel his weight on me. To know he’s warm, feels safe, and is loved.

Because I biffed it the other day, I took a muscle relaxer and well, that did me in.

That one time I biffed it in front of a customer.

Day 2 of the Winter Vortex 2026 or Winter Storm Fern.