by Robert Louis Stevenson The novel opens with the murder of a man by a black arrow. A letter is later...
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Book Review: Tranquility by Tuesday
by Laura Vanderkam I heard an interview with...
Book Review: King Solomon’s Ring
by Konrad Lorenz My daughter read this book for her high school science class. She so enjoyed the book she told me all...
Happy Pope Saint Paul VI Day!
Born Giovanni Battista Enrico Antonio Maria Montini, it was probably exciting to be made Pope based entirely on name signing time savings alone, nevermind getting to steward Jesus's church.After being told there were not any shorter names, he decided on Paul and...
Literature: What Every Catholic Should Know
by Joseph Pearce This was an excellent book! It was like a mini-literature course taught by a professor that you love. Mr. Pearce starts back in antiquity with Homer and Virgil and works his way up to the 20th century with a truncated, though informative synopsis of...
If They Were All One Part, Where Would the Body Be? Or, I am a Foot
Sometimes I am sad because I am not a great evangelist or because I am not a great theologian or orator. I would love to write great literary works that entertain while making the reader contemplate the transcendentals but alas, what I write is more literary fiasco. I...
From The Habit of Being
The Holy Ghost is full of surprises! To find this quote in sticker form, click here.
From Fulton Sheen’s Wartime Prayer Book
"We pray rather to change our will." To find this quote in sticker form, click here.
The Mysteries of Life in Children’s Literature
by Mitchell Kalpagian I loved practically every sentence of this book. To read this book is to be immersed in the world of children and everything that they are – my favorite of all worlds. The author takes us through the mysteries of life wishes luck goodness truth...
From The Habit of Being
"... the change is painful." If you'd like this quote in sticker form, click here.
A Day of Inconvenience to Keep Us From Taking Convenience for Granted
A water main broke on our block one pretty Sunday afternoon. I remember it was a lovely day because I was enjoying a walk and, just before the last turn onto my street, I saw the water gushing out of the curb and pouring down the street. ‘That...
From The Habit of Being
"... the act of writing is not complete in itself."