Sharing our faith in a hedonistic culture can be intimidating, even dangerous, and yet we are commanded to do just that by Jesus Himself. “Go, therefore, and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, until the end of the age” (Matthew 28:19-20).

Discover the untold story of American expat women artists in Paris and how their ambition helped professionalize art for women in the United States. Centered on Jennifer Dasal’s book The Club: Where American Artists Found Refuge in Belle Époque Paris, this article explores the American Girls’ Club — a haven for female artists seeking education, community, and creative freedom abroad. Through faith, beauty, and determination, these pioneering women transformed art from a genteel hobby into a respected profession, shaping the legacy of American art and redefining the role of women creators in both family and society.

Picture this with me: More than a decade ago, I’m sitting at a crowded bar, and this guy who I’ve just met (who, by the way, has whiskers and a nose drawn on his face), is chattering away, sloshing his beer about clumsily. But instead of talking about himself, he spends most of our time together pointing around the bar, and telling me stories about each of his buddies and listing all the quirky characteristics that endear each one of them to him.

On November 2, we celebrate the Commemoration of All Souls Day. The Church calls us to pray for the souls in purgatory awaiting sanctification. This is the day that the Church Militant — the faithful on earth — can assist the Church Suffering  — souls in purgatory  — through offered prayers, sacrifices, and Mass.

Autumn’s beauty invites a Catholic reflection on mortality, hope, and eternal life. Weaving Scripture (Genesis 3:19), the Catechism (1020), and cultural touchstones like Anne of Green Gables and The Song of Bernadette, this piece reframes “remember your death” as a call to prayer, the sacraments, and renewal — showing why October’s melancholy points us toward Heaven.

One of the most challenging aspects of living with a chronic illness is that I don’t look sick. I’m not observably sick. To another’s eye, I look perfectly healthy. Over the years, this has made day-to-day living an emotional battle.