Help My Senior

Searching for life's answers to aging

When an Old Catechism Spoke to Me

Its Yellowed Pages Speak from Years Ago I wasn’t looking for it. It turned up the way old things often do—quietly, without announcement. A small catechism that once belonged to my father. Its cover was worn thin, the edges softened by time and hands. A child’s pencil...

An Unexpected Christmas Epiphany

Joy From a Child’s Open Arms You wouldn’t expect a restaurant to be a place of epiphany between strangers. Yet that is just what I witnessed two days before Christmas. Our family was dining with our in-laws at a local eatery—one of those places where coffee refills...

How Much Good Can Come From a Mother’s Tears?

Bob Dylan Keeps Us Knockin’ Years ago, a woman named Monica pleaded with a bishop, Ambrose, for some answers about her wayward son Augustine. He replied, “It is impossible that the son of so many tears should perish.” I think of this story whenever I hear Bob...