Amy Morris-Young

At every age, I have easily pictured myself as being in the arc from birth to death, from youth to old age.  I was and have always been a little old lady waiting to happen.

"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." Now, with all due respect to John, and what he is trying to say to us, I have some edits.

Sixteen years of Catholic education taught me very specific ideas about who God is and what heaven would be like. But it turned out to be nothing like I expected, and everything I needed.

Column: The hierarchies of power in our country — in athletics, academics, corporations and politics — are still mainly dominated by men. That can only evolve if our future boys and girls make it so.

Getting new info out of my autistic son is tough. When Nick reveals glimpses of his knowledge, like saying that music from "Jurassic Park" is actually from "Jurassic World," it just makes me feel grumpy.

Book Review: Caleb Wilde's first book, based on his popular blog of the same name, is best when it relates details from his professional life as a sixth-generation funeral director. 

The nature of our busy lives is that we usually only have time to care about what happens inside our own small circles: our families, our friends, our jobs, our parishes, our communities. And especially since the last election, we in America appear much like those feuding tribes in ancient Israel. 

With Barbara Blaine gone, I worried that survivors might hold their stories tight, and keep those damaging secrets hidden. I am only guessing, but it seems she continues her mission, from heaven.

I cling to the hope that this is a temporary period of polarity. That the recent revealing of the dark underbelly of bigotry in America has been tragic, but somehow necessary. Like the lava that bubbles not that far beneath us, it was always there, just ignored by many of us.

We talk about people being heroic human beings. But the ones who really inspire me are human doings. About the worst thing someone can do is to tell me how good they are. Just show me.

I enjoy occasional toilet humor and sharing it with those who appreciate it. I recently realized that this is another way that God sneakily prepares us to help each other.