Regina Donahue 
My home parish is located in a small town in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. It wasn’t one that is obviously aesthetically beautiful. Its community life wasn’t notably stellar. Growing up, I would have never described myself as particularly attached.
Did God really make me with the same material that compelled Joan to believe she could just hop on a horse and save France? Or when Mother Theresa left one order to found another, how did she have the guts?!
At the heart of Christianity is the promise of the constant love and protection of a flawless Father to whom we all belong, no matter what our Dads did or did not do.
Seven years ago, at the age of 26, I found myself questioning my strength to rely on God in a moment that felt impossible.
Perhaps one of the saddest parts of diet culture’s influence on us, is the way in which it has appropriated and reduced the practice and power that fasting provides.
Remembering love languages, particularly in times of stress, empowers us to speak through and even beyond our fears so as to more effectively communicate love.
Upon her death in 1947 she became a saint, and upon her canonization in 2000 she became the Patron to end human trafficking.
My family spent a week of our summer falling in love with Montana. At one point, though, we noticed a peculiar tree line that had been recently ravaged by fire called the Burn Zone.
Perfect plans hardly ever make enough room for the unexpected, and if His barnyard birthplace is any indication, we all know, He doesn’t desire perfection, but He does appreciate the host willing to make the room.
How easily gazing at our image and likeness can morph into glaring at our faults when we do not delight in who we are.