Dear Friend of the Catholic Truth Society, When Pope Pius XII in 1950 infallibly declared the Assumption dogma (to the joy of the faithful everywhere), he was defining an ancient teaching...

Dear Valued Friend, As I write this letter, the scent of newly cut hay fills our office like a benediction. At Littlemore, we live close to the rhythms of the earth and the seasons, a...

Late spring was exceptionally wet around Littlemore. With soft rains, low scudding clouds and the vibrant green fields, we can't help thinking about Ireland. And, of course, our Irish friends...

Dear Valued Friend, Love is come again, in the words of the old French carol, to the sweet spring woods around Littlemore as nature is in a veritable riot of growth. The warm, sunny...

Dear Friends, Holy Week was all gentle rains and low scudding clouds at Littlemore. The browns and early greens of our tall-grass prairie were as vivid as a fresh watercolor. Nature’s...

Dear Friends, Melting snow from a recent blizzard has turned the cornfields around Littlemore into muddy ponds. That lovely phrase of C.S. Lewis, in Lenten Lands, describes the (not altogether...

Dear Friends, The fields at Littlemore lie fallow under their snow covering. The wind, out of the northwest, is relentless this morning. The only signs of life are the game birds that nest in...