Inspired by Truth, Enlightening Minds for the Church in Canada and Throughout the World
Inspired by Truth, Enlightening Minds for the Church in Canada and Throughout the World
Last autumn I was in Greece. I spent three months living on the Peloponnese, retreating from the world as I knew it, wandering through olive groves inhabited by feral dogs and bearded, disturbingly terrifying goats. I am not exaggerating when I say that it was one of the best decisions of my life and one[…]
At the back of our parish there is a poster with two pictures on it. The first picture is of a computer/TV screen and the second is of a monstrance, with the words “Whom do you worship?” in bold script underneath. We’re standing on the threshold of Advent 2012—one liturgical year coming to a close[…]
Each year between January and March, my family moves out into the wide world. Some of us go to college, others go to work, and the rest of us fall into the travel plans wherever we might be useful. Then, usually sometime in November, my family returns from our travels across the country and hops[…]
At the bank a few years back, my friendly teller and I were chatting in the way that sometimes happens when you are about the same age as the person helping you, and one of you goes, “Oh my gosh, I love your eyelashes!” And the other one goes, “Oh WOW, that is so sweet. Your necklace[…]
Our November 2012 cover artist, Anne-Marie Doyle, lives in Toronto, selling pumpkin pie and pumpkin spice coffee and finishing her last semester of English Literature studies. She is slowly working toward fluency in the language of charcoal and oils, and hopes to spend a few years training with master painters (if she can sell enough[…]
Do you hear that friends? The ring, ting, tinkling of sleigh bells accosting your ears in the grocery store or while you’re waiting at the bank? Seems like October 31st, at the stroke of midnight, store owners ditched the monsters and ghosts and brought out the evergreens—a violent shove from scary and ghoulish to jolly and[…]
Yesterday, my sister (who is no longer pregnant), my new nephew, my niece, my brother-in-law, and I went grocery shopping. This was my sister’s first post-baby shopping trip and, understandably, she got a bit tired about three quarters of the way through. She decided to go sit down and leave my brother-in-law and me in[…]
It all begins with a bruise: a little clover-shaped bruise. While bathing her two-year-old daughter, Sarah finds a trail of little brown bruises running down Kate’s spine. Sarah and her husband Brian follow the trail to an oncologist, and from then on, Kate’s childhood becomes a whirlwind of specialist appointments, emergency surgeries, and nauseating chemo-therapy[…]
In many ways we live in an age of “feeling.” If we feel something—anything—we show it, talk about it, dissect it, and take it to our shrinks. This is, apparently, in reaction to earlier more “stoic” ages where feelings were stuffed down, ignored, and thrown out with yesterday’s milk bottles. I am definitely in favor[…]
Anybody heard of Pinterest? If you haven’t, count your lucky stars because you’ve just “gained” back hours and hours of time to waste on something else. Pinterest is a virtual “ideas” cork-board—a place where anyone and everyone can put up a picture, post an idea or website, or browse and gather ideas for things like[…]