At my first Ash Wednesday service several years ago, I knelt in a quiet, contemplative sanctuary and was surprised by feeling almost irrepressible rage. As the priest marked each attendant with a cross of ashes on our foreheads, I felt as if he was marking us for death. I was angry at death . . .
My three year old woke up on November 1 and joyfully announced, “It’s Halloween!” She had had such a blast the night before, trick-or-treating, handing out candy, and rocking to the live music at our neighborhood block parties, that she wanted the festivities to continue . . .
WAP Director Karen Guzmán talks with mathematician Natasha Dobrinen about being a smart girl, following God's call, and her unique take on solving problems in the second segment of a two-part interview.
Our Christmas card photo unnerved me this year. Our two young daughters in burgundy and raspberry velvet dresses, my husband in a brownish jacket, me in a dark chambray dress with a cabled sweater and a red-beaded necklace...