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By: Rachel Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9911-5/23/19

Summertime magic.

 

Summertime sadness.

 

Summertime blues.

 

No matter where you’re coming from, there’s an angle for summer. Are you excited? Are you nervous? Are you counting down the days with great anticipation or great dread? Probably a little bit of both.

 

By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9911-5/23/19

I arrived to the neonatal unit of the hospital after receiving a phone call requesting a possible emergency baptism. I rang the bell of the unit, and a few seconds later a voice asked through a small speaker, “How may I help you?” I introduced myself and shared with the nurse the information of the family I wished to see. She informed me that the baby was not there, and recommended I check the children’s hospital instead.

By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9911-5/23/19

Our family is not very adept at presenting “spoiler free” reviews of films.

 

Following Jesse’s spoiler to Magan of Han Solo’s death way back in 2015, every subsequent trip to the theater was preempted with, “We don’t say a word. Do you understand?”

 

By: Padre Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9911-5/23/19

Llegué a la unidad de recién nacidos del hospital después de recibir una llamada telefónica solicitando un posible bautismo de emergencia. Soné el timbre de la unidad y a los pocos segundos una voz preguntó a través de un pequeño parlante, “¿en qué puedo servirle?” Me presenté y compartí con la enfermera la información de la familia que quería ver. Me informó que el bebé no estaba allí y me recomendó ir al hospital de niños.

By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9910-5/9/19

“Weep for lost memories that never were. Weep for that which never was. Mourn the memories you do not possess. Mourn the present moment that was not willed to be.” I wrote these words in 2010 while sitting on the back pew of St. Joseph Catholic Church in Washington, Georgia. The last time I had entered that small, rural parish was late December 1995, a few days before my brother was diagnosed with cancer. I was scheduled to play the piano at Christmas Mass that year; we never made it.

 

By: Rachel Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9910-5/9/19

My brother who lives in Ann Arbor called me the other day, eager to tell me something amazing and hilarious he had just witnessed.

 

By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9910-5/9/19

While the Lenten season sacrifices of soda, dessert, and socks at our house had been ongoing for 40 days and 40 nights, sunset on Holy Saturday had officially signaled the start of Easter celebrations and an unexpected nighttime egg hunt.

 

By: Padre Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9910-5/9/19

“Lamenta recuerdos perdidos que nunca se realizaron. Lamenta aquello que nunca fue. Lamenta recuerdos que no posees. Lamenta el momento presente que no fue destinado a existir”. Escribí estas palabras en el 2010 mientras estaba sentado en la banca trasera de la Parroquia Saint Joseph en Washington, Georgia. La última vez que había entrado a esta pequeña parroquia rural fue unos pocos días antes de que mi hermano fuera diagnosticado con cáncer a fines de diciembre de 1995. Esa Navidad yo iba a tocar el piano durante la Misa, pero nunca llegamos.

 

By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9909-4/25/19

When I made my first communion, I received many gifts from friends and family members. Among them was a rectangular, light brown ceramic plaque with praying hands on one corner and the following words, “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”

 

By: Rachel Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9909-4/25/19

A few years ago, one of my brothers decided to stop drinking alcohol. It was a personal choice which he explained as “wanting to see the world through that lens” — the lens of sobriety. My brother had gotten tired of drinking a few beers at every event he attended, and then waking up feeling bad or tired or (worst of all) worried about something he had said the night before.

 

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