Heavenly rooms and a burned-out house
By Joan Sauro, CSJ
After one house tragically burns, a memorial service reminds the author that, in our Father's house, there are many rooms.
Prayers on the run
By Joan Sauro, CSJ
All of my life I have been running. In our family album there is a picture of me in diapers with my left arm in a sling. Big tears run down my cheeks. Not yet a year old, I had been running in my aunt’s house, slipped on the high gloss and broken my arm.
Final acts
By Joan Sauro, CSJ
An aging priest, an 80-year-old husband and a professor emerita do not look away as aging destroys the memories of those they hold dear.
Look who's watching
By Joan Sauro, CSJ
“You are the eyes and ears of the neighborhood,” the police chief tells us at the neighborhood watch meeting. “Law enforcement counts on you to report any unusual activity.”