Monthly Archives: February 2015

Life continues to be quite hectic in San Diego and I find myself drifting more and more away from the life that I had known as a parish priest. I do not love the church any less than the day … Continue reading →

There are moments in life when you must smile because the unthinkable seems to happen regularly. I was asked much to my surprise to give a three day retreat to a group of cloistered sisters, and to be frank I … Continue reading →

After weeks of studying in Vienna my new mentor and friend Viktor invited me to join him on his visit to San Diego. He had been invited to spend the spring semester at the University and had arranged for me … Continue reading →

“Now that you know what happened you must be a witness.” With these words Dr. Viktor Frankl, a Nazi concentration camp survivor and author of Man’s Search for Meaning, radically changed my life. The Holocaust, which I had always regarded … Continue reading →

I came to the conclusion that somehow Dr.Viktor Frankl could be a lifeline in my time of need. I called the University of Vienna and asked to speak to Dr. Frankl. Much to my amazement he answered his phone and … Continue reading →

Before Jack’s death I had been singularly blessed in that I had never experienced depression. Like all human beings there were the normal highs and lows of everyday living especially in the parish, but I had a strong resilient personality … Continue reading →

It was a beautiful October day in Rome and I was reading a newspaper at my favorite café in the Piazza Navona. My schedule appeared to be finally coming together and I was enjoying the melodious sounds of the tourists … Continue reading →

We had many visitors at the college and it was not rare for a member of the hierarchy either from the states or Italy to say Mass and then have dinner with the student priests. On one occasion we had … Continue reading →

Leaving Westfield was difficult because I had been so happy there, especially the last three years. There were so many wonderful persons in the parish, and I was leaving with a heart filled with gratitude. Among the most special gifts … Continue reading →

In January 1970 a priest friend from my Masters program had just returned from the Gregorian University in Rome. He advised me that he thought I would be an excellent candidate for a Doctoral program which was to begin in … Continue reading →