Authentic Me

One of the fondest memories I have of my mother was when I was about five years-old. I watched her juggle her books in her arms as she...

I am ashamed to admit that I did not know God until I knew God. I remember my mother teaching me to say the Lord’s Prayer when I was a...

My Dearest Son, My womb ached for you. In a world that diminished my existence, you were a seed that was never expected to grow. But you...