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By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9904-2/14/19

“How much do you think our painter would charge to paint the inside of the house?” rolled off of Magan’s tongue harmlessly just as a bite of greens rolled onto mine during our New Year’s Day supper.

 

By: Padre Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9904-2/14/19
By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9903-1/31/19

Leer en Espanol

When I was in the fifth grade, I placed beans over moist cotton balls inside clear plastic cups and waited. Soon enough, a slender green shoot sprung forth from one of the beans. I still clearly remember the excitement I felt to see life spring forth from the small, plain bean. The shoot grew quickly, and its bright green color stood in contrast to the dark bean. I do not recall the exact topic of the science fair project

 

By: Rachel Swenson Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9903-1/31/19

Our son Henry got braces last week, which instantly aged him by at least three years. He went into the appointment looking like our sweet youngest son and emerged a few hours later, mouth full of metal, looking rather “teenager-y.”

 

I sent a picture of Henry and his new smile to our family group chat.

 

“He grew up right before our eyes,” said college sophomore Elliott.

 

By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9903-1/31/19

Growing up in the 1980s, there was one constant when it came to communicating to the outside world: a landline phone.

 

It was customary that every working-class home in America had either a tan or cream-colored rotary dial telephone, with middle class homes stepping up to touch tone models, sometimes found in exotic colors like olive, and even orange. 

 

By: Padre Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9903-1/31/19
By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9902-1/17/19
By: Rachel Swenson Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9902-1/17/19
We headed out on a family hike last week, eager to get in some sunshine after weeks of relentless rain. It had been several very lazy weeks of Christmas break, and while I’m all for relaxing and resting up, it was starting to feel like the days of being cooped up in the house would never end.
 
By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9902-1/17/19
There is a widely-circulated story involving my grandma and a pair of nicely-dressed young men stopping by her house to ask, “Have you heard the good news of the Lord?”
 
Grandma welcomed them in and asked if they’d like something to drink while she fixed a cup of coffee. (They weren’t interested in the coffee.)
 
By: Padre Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9902-1/17/19
Recuerdo una vez escuchar a mi abuelo decir, “cuanto más uno habla, más oportunidad hay de decir tonterías”. Esto es muy cierto, pienso que es mejor escuchar más y hablar menos. Lamentablemente en la actualidad todos hablan, pero pocos escuchan. Las vías para uno expresarse se han multiplicado en estas últimas décadas, y me atrevo a decir que hay tanta información en el internet que una serie de vidas no serían suficientes para leer todo.
 

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