An unusually mild January nonetheless left me chilled, by too many deaths.Read More

I experienced my first sacrament April 10, 1955, at St. Rose of Lima in Brooklyn. Father T. Austin Murphy did the honors, seven years before he became an auxiliary bishop for the diocese.Read More

You have to live in a cave not to know a family or three who have lost a loved one to the opioid epidemic,  but for me, the violence infesting and dragging down Baltimore has never hit closer.Read More

Managing Editor Paul McMullen is in a stretch of work that’s reminded him why his hometown is also described as “Smalltimore.”Read More

It’s been three weeks since a man with a grudge and a rifle shot down the doorway to the Annapolis Capital and murdered five of its employees, among them two colleagues. Every one of those 21 days has been required to process the mysteries of life and what can only be described as survivor’s guilt.Read More

Whatever happens, darkness at the break of 2:48 p.m. Aug. 21 is going to be another grand moment with creation.Read More

At some point my parents left it to my older siblings to correct my behavior at St. Rose of Lima in Brooklyn. Two memories stand out, once for slouching as an altar server, the other in a pew, for not washing from my neck and arms the newsprint that hadRead More

Having been blessed to cover his Olympic debut in Sydney, Australia, in 2000, and report on his unprecedented eight medals at the 2004 Games in Athens, Greece, I am more than a casual observer of the athletic marvel that is Michael Phelps.It was gratifying to see Phelps swim as wellRead More