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By: Rachel Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9823-11/8/18

My phone camera is filled with screenshots of beautiful table settings, ideas for perfect centerpieces and stacks of just-right china and silver. I have a plan for the perfect Thanksgiving tablescape: I just can’t execute it.

 

By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9823-11/8/18

My eyes went left and right in search of a black-suited man with Band-Aids on his face as the service center lady said, “You need a new motor.”

 

“A new what?” was the only reply I could muster, still intently focused on locating "Mayhem" somewhere in our vicinity. Magan was left shaking her head saying, “What?” in hopes of luring me away from the phone long enough to share the news.

By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9823-11/8/18

While I was in college there was a blind student one year below me. I never had a class with him, and only spoke with him once, but everyone on campus knew him. He was part of the chapel’s music ministry, having to memorize the words and notes of every song they prepared for Mass. He walked around campus with great ease using one of those distinctive white canes used by the blind.

 

By: Moisés Sandoval (CNS)
Originally Appeared in : 9823-11/8/18

Recently I was on the web trying to reserve a Yellow Cab to take me to the airport. I was unsuccessful because the technology that would identify me as a human being and not a robot was turned off on the taxi company’s server. I finally gave up and telephoned an immigrant from India who has a cab and had taken me there before. He gladly did it. The world still works best through human relationships.

 

By: Padre Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9823-11/8/18

Cuando estaba en la universidad había un estudiante ciego un año debajo de mí. Nunca tuve una clase con él y sólo le hablé una vez, pero todos en la universidad sabían bien quien era. Formaba parte del ministerio de música de la capilla teniendo que memorizar la música y la letra de todas las canciones que preparaban para la Misa. Caminaba por toda la universidad con gran facilidad usando uno de esos característicos bastones blancos utilizados por los ciegos.

 

By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9822-10/25/18

Earlier this year I had the opportunity to visit the graves of several of my ancestors. Buried in what is now a national monument right outside of where the old city wall of Lima once stood, this cemetery founded in 1808 is the resting place for the majority of my ancestors in Peru. Imposing mausoleums, weeping angels made of Carrara marble, and endless niches rising above the ground come together to create an enormous maze in this city of the dead. 

 

By: Rachel Swenson Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9822-10/25/18

I recently got a new full-time job. I mean, it’s not actually a legitimate full-time job, but it’s starting to feel like it. I’m shopping for a new car, and it’s kind of becoming an obsession.
It’s embarrassing how much time this is beginning to require, the act of looking and researching and thinking and talking. It really can become something that is all-consuming, if you aren’t careful and based on my recent dreams of mid-size SUV’s, I’m not careful.

 

By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9822-10/25/18

The first piece of advice Noah gave a pair of buddies before they joined him in machine tool class was to wear a hat, “because, if you don’t, the metal shavings will get all in your hair.” 

 

By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9821-10/11/18

Ten years ago today I quietly processed out of the sacristy of Saint Peter's Basilica wearing a white alb into the southern side of the majestic church. My classmates and I advanced toward the altar on the day of our diaconate ordination where over one thousand people gathered to be part of the momentous occasion. Bishop William Callahan, a past spiritual director of the seminary and at that time auxiliary bishop of Milwaukee, ordained us by calling down the Holy Spirit upon us as he lay his hands over each of our heads. 

 

By: Rachel Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9821-10/11/18

Isabel had her first violin lesson last week. Per the rules, Isabel could begin her musical studies only after I was able to master “Twinkle twinkle little star.” It’s a good way to make sure the parent overseeing daily practice has a modicum of violin-playing knowledge, which I now (mostly) do.

 

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