On a recent snowy morning, I was outside with Millie, my companion dog. I didn’t want to be outside in the cold, and Millie was in a hurry. Ninety pounds of energy is hard to control when there is ice under foot. Suddenly I was on the ground.

The sorrowful mysteries of the Holy Rosary is the perfect place to understand Good Friday. They reflect on Christ’s spiritual crisis in the garden as He awaits His arrest and crucifixion.

Despite being a word nerd, I was never drawn to crossword puzzles—until recently. My daughter introduced me to The New York Times Wordle game, which in turn led me to what was, I hoped, a healthy interest in their apparently famous crossword.