I was furious with my daughter. She had gotten on my last nerve with her whining and complaining. Finally, I blurted out, “Please, get out of my sight. Go to your room!”

One day at work I got a call from my wife. She was dealing with a difficult situation at home, but she caught me at an awkward time when I was up to my ears in deadlines, and I was neither much help nor much support.

When I go out to eat, I’m pretty picky about where I sit. Booths are preferred over open tables. I won’t sit at a high top. I don’t want to be near the kitchen or the front door or anywhere I could be bumped by foot traffic.

There are many symbols that reflect our society, some for better and others for worse. The professional athlete is one of those symbols that seems to endure generation after generation.

His statue stands outside the student center at De Paul University. His journey began as a young seminarian who was not “very bright,” to use his own words.

A doctor I know finds today’s gospel about the rich man going away sad the most disturbing of all Jesus’ stories and parables.

I smile to hear Jesus insist on hanging out with little kids. My favorite part of parish ministry has always involved young children.

I've been married dozens of times—all to the same woman. In any relationship you have to keep committing and recommitting as times and circumstances change and you come to know more about your partner and yourself.

The Letter of James rails against the rich in its last chapter, warning of impending miseries because of the corrosion of gold and silver causes. But one billionaire is trying to put his wealth to good purpose.

Our track record as a church is, alas, not much better than the rest of society. We have our own sad history of excluding people from our pews, our sacraments, our schools, only because of their accents or the color of their skin.