I’m beginning the new year with a clean office. It seems a good place to start, a practical way to set me up for any other resolutions I make.

There is an art and a science to slow living. This summer I’m trying to learn both.

I suppose it will be considered heresy in some quarters, but I’ve never been what you would call a fan of the writing of G.K. Chesterton. Some people can’t get enough of GKC. I can.

The rosary is a staple of the Catholic pro-life movement. But it’s a strange experience praying the joyful mysteries outside an abortion clinic — especially the first mystery, the Annunciation, when the angel Gabriel told the Virgin Mary she would bear the Son of the Most High. It seems at once poignantly ironic and perfectly fitting.

I sit at the desk in my little home office. A fall sun streams through the window, pouring brilliant light on my plant. If a plant could speak, I know it would tell me how happy it is.

Your experience of the faith is unique, so let your Catholic voice be heard