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By: Jason Halcombe

“Daddy,” was followed by, “want to hear our new song?” in between socked footfalls on the wood floor and strums of a Mickey Mouse ukulele. Both got louder as Jesse and Elijah found their way from their bedroom to below the kitchen counter, and an impromptu concert ensued:

 

By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9801-1/4/18

“You guys can spend the night!” caused Magan’s phone to ping shortly after Thanksgiving. It was a note of excitement from my sister, whose family had just purchased a new home that included a finished basement where she hoped we could bunk during future visits to the metro-Atlanta area.

 

By: Rachel Swenson Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9801-1/4/18

One morning last Advent, I was having breakfast in a restaurant and going over my To Do lists. At one point I remember looking up and noticing two women sitting at the table across from me. Eventually I caught on that their conversation was growing more intense and was moving into something that resembled a fight.

 

By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9801-1/4/18

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Every heart searches for meaning. Every soul longs for happiness. We are born restless. We are born with a void inside, a missing piece, which moves us to seek fulfillment. We are like a beautiful and complex jigsaw puzzle with one missing piece. Without that last piece we remain incomplete, so we tirelessly search for the piece that will complete the picture. 

 

By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9726-12/21/17

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Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. This simple yet insightful quote is attributed to the Roman philosopher Seneca, who was forced to bring his own life to an end by Emperor Nero after being found guilty (though very likely innocent) of plotting against the life of the emperor. In modern times, many may recognize it as a line from the 1990s song Closing Time by the band Semisonic. 

 

By: Rachel Swenson Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9726-12/21/17

We decorated our Christmas tree at 7:15 on a Tuesday morning. Staring down a calendar with basketball games and Christmas programs, this was what we could manage.

 

By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9726-12/21/17

Am I ‘real 6’ or ‘pretend 6’ today?” Jesse asked over Bishop Hartmayer’s words of encouragement to the diaconate candidates in the first rows of the church.

 

“Today you’re ‘pretend 6,” I said, “but let’s talk about it more after church.”

 

By: Padre Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9725-12/7/17
By: Rachel Swenson Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9725-12/7/17

Our neighbor Monique died last week. We are so sad to see her go. ​

 

By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9725-12/7/17

Dining out has become extremely commonplace, but getting to sit at somebody else’s overly-lacquered table and feast on freshly fried chicken fingers, all-you-care-to-eat sliders or Ronald’s choicest pommes frites still holds a level of mystique and awe for our crowd.

 

“Do we actually get to eat inside?” is a regular question from any of our speaking-age children.

 

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