Richard G. Evans lives in Minneapolis, MN, and works as a Patient Service Representative with HealthEast Clinics. He is single, and besides his love of the Catholic faith, he also enjoys collecting v
Imagine a young woman, my mother, anxious about her sister missing in Europe during WWII, writing to a mysterious priest rumored to have the stigmata, to read souls, and work miracles. No one in fact knew of this correspondence, including my dad. But when he was emptying out the house...
Just a few short weeks ago, my father passed away at the age of ninety-two. I was privileged to be present, and it was both unreservedly sacred and utterly terrifying to watch him enter eternity. As I reflect on his life and death, the United States Supreme Court may be...
Last Friday would have been the 93rd birthday of my mother, Mary Elizabeth Evans. Many of you have read my “After Coming Out, I Came Home” story, which is featured on this site as well as a number of others. In it, I allude to my mother, who for a...
I cannot recall a time when I was not aware of God in my life. While other little boys were planning to be firemen or police, I often said, even at age seven or eight, “I want to be the Pope!” I jumped at the chance to become an altar...
