Barren Graves, Barren Bodies: A Reflection

  Nearly every year as Easter approaches, I commit the biggest cardinal sin one can commit in my small, southern hometown. I rarely put flowers on my parents’ graves. Growing up, I recall hearing them talk about who did not place flowers on their loved ones...

Let Us Break Bread and More Together!

On Holy Thursday this year, my church’s choir sang one of my most beloved hymns, that African-American spiritual “Let Us Break Bread Together on Our Knees.” Oh, how I love that song! And when I am at mass, literally on my knees with my fellow...