The graduation season is upon us and my three grandsons will be taking another step ahead in their education: Connor closing in on his undergraduate degree at Drexel, Andrew heading for his senior year of high school and Erik a few weeks away from his doctorate from Duquesne.
They are embarking on life, while I am now old enough to be seriously thinking about my debarkation.
What follows is my open letter to them.Read more
For fifty years I never referred to my wife as my best friend. I thought it was an odd phrasing to apply to a spouse. "Friends" were Vic and Chuck and Bill. My wife was, well—my wife. A connection far beyond friendship.
Now, in the aftermath of her death, I realize that our marriage endured for a half-century precisely because she was my best friend.
In meditating about her passing, I’ve come to see that friendship is like holding a bird in your hand. Squeeze too tightly and you will smother it. Pay it too little heed and it will fly away.Read more
My wife of fifty years died as dawn was breaking on December 1. I prepared this remembrance for her Mass of Christian Burial celebrated today.Read more
I’ve been convinced for some time that the United States should not be thought of as a melting pot but as a coat of many colors.Read more
We’ve moved from a culture in which we were told that sex is bad and dangerous and should only be had under very particular circumstances, to one in which we’re told that sex is pretty great, really – and if you’re not doing it, something must be wrong with you. The ideal of waiting until marriage is really only common among very religious people and it’s something they struggle with.
There are three brothers.
The youngest delivers milk to institutional customers each night until he slips on ice in the darkness, suffers a hairline fracture of a collarbone and dies days later from a resultant blood clot.
The middle sibling leaves college three-fourths of the way to his baccalaureate and finds work as a bill collector until he succumbs, an amputee, to adult-onset diabetes.
The third brother, the oldest, is me.Read more