On June 28, 1909  my mother,  Martha Catherine Cavanaugh, was born in Fairfield, Connecticut.  Mom was the ninth and youngest child in her f...

Do you ever get the sense that today we've wandered off into a kind of Wonderland? If you recall Lewis Carroll's story, you'll k...

Note: I didn't preach this homily today. Our celebrant decided to preach instead, which is his prerogative. It's no big deal since I...

Did you hear? Arnold Schwarzenegger, the Hollywood actor/body-builder and theologian, in a “shared discourse” with Danny DeVito, a diminutiv...

Wednesday morning, Diane and I lost our dear Maddie, an absolutely wonderful 15-year-old Bichon Frise. Maddie was born on January 21, 2008 a...

My father, John McCarthy, who was an Army captain at the time, entered Berlin with the occupation forces in 1945. He had two sons of his own...

Readings: Sir 51:12-20; Ps 19; Mk 11:27-33 The conversation described by Mark took place just after Jesus had cleansed the Temple, and bel...

A few days ago I included  Thanksgiving , a little poem by Joyce Kilmer, in  another of my posts . It’s one of those poems that challenges u...

Back when I was just a kid, our family Bible was a Douay-Rheims translation filled with prints of those wonderful biblical engravings by  Gu...

Note: To respect the privacy of those involved, I have not used any names in this post.   ______________________ On occasion we all get a bi...