If you’re ever in Albuquerque, New Mexico, put this restaurant on top of your “must visit” list. [Read more…]
Truth be told, I almost featured this last week. But what with the conclave and all, I chose The Shoes of the Fisherman instead. I’m glad I did, too, as the inner workings of the voting, the making of smoke signals, and the naming of an unlikely Pope all kind of set the stage for the real thing that happened on Wednesday. [Read more…]
It’s probably the only one that would have me. Now, do the beer making friars have a Third Order?
I had my first Catholic dream last night. It’s been a while since I remember having a dream after waking up at all, actually. But I’ve definitely never had a dream that I could label as “Catholic” before. At least not since I entered the Church at the Easter Vigil four years ago. That is, until the dream I dreamt last night. [Read more…]