Since receiving my certified nursing assistant (CNA) certification last December through my high school’s unique “Health Science Major” program, I could not wait to enter the medical field. 

Of all the pregnancy handbooks that exist, none covers what to do in a pandemic.

Our eyes and ears have seen and heard what our minds could not fully understand as the world struggles through days, weeks and months of a pandemic.

I  write four weeks before you read. Sometimes this makes a difference. Last time I wrote, it was thoughts on Easter.

"I can’t believe this is really happening!” This was the deeply felt sentiment, spoken and unspoken, on the minds and hearts of many...

This weekend, we will celebrate Divine Mercy Sunday differently than we ever have before, just as last Sunday we celebrated the great feast of Easter unlike any in our memory.

Jesus was put to death on a Friday afternoon, and his disciples placed his body in a nearby tomb.

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think we would find ourselves here...

The streets are empty. Voices don’t reverberate off vestibule walls. Church doors don’t swing wide.

About 40 sisters in East Africa studied online for Loyola’s Certificate in Catholic Social Teaching. They learned how to practice LIM’s model of “practical theology,” engaging the Christian tradition in their unique social and cultural contexts.

On this Palm Sunday of the Lord’s Passion, we enter the holiest of weeks in the church’s liturgical year.

While New Orleans is not a stranger to hardships and resilience is a bone-deep quality of our community...

Recently I got into a conversation with a few fellow Catholics about confession.

Campus is empty, as many parts of our beloved city have become over the last two weeks when the coronavirus brought our ordinary lives to an abrupt halt.

Deep beneath the Eternal City of Rome is a vast maze of underground tunnels used by the first Christians who inhabited the ancient city.

“The worst is, yes, ahead of us,” said Dr. Anthony Fauci, U.S. director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases.

A friend of mine liked to quote a saint – I don’t remember which one – who said that food is God’s love made edible.

Recently, I was in a conversation with a man journeying into the Catholic faith

When World War II broke out in 1939, Karol Wojtyla, the future St. John Paul II, had just turned 19.

Our first reading contains a symbolic story in which a kind of Everywoman and Everyman face a basic human question: How will I live – God’s way or my way?