I love Holy Saturday. I always find Maundy Thursday and Good Friday so draining – I really get into them and it takes it out of me, I can...

Some years ago I was waiting at a pub in Budapest to meet a friend of mine. I was, as I suppose I am wont to do when sitting alone in a...

My sister Kathy was a fantastic cook. She was not a fancy cook – no pretentious things with French-sounding names could be found on her...

One of the enjoyable functions of Facebook is the memories section which shows what you posted on that day in past years. Since I...

Nearly two years ago my friend Sandra came to visit from Rome. Flying through Amsterdam, she picked up some of the famous Dutch tulip...

It seems that each time there is a tragic crisis in the world, the inevitable question arises: "Where is God?" It is, of course, a fair...