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Harsh winds and the poor among us

Harsh winds and the poor among us   The wind was blowing so harshly against the siding on my house that morning that it woke me up before the alarm clock could. As I lay under my covers, I was dreading going outside and facing the brutal weather, with temperatures expected to be in the teens that day. I usually spend my early...
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Monday, February 10, 2014

Ice storm memories bring laughter . . . now!

Ice storm memories bring laughter                  . . . now!   Do you remember the ice storm of 2009? I do. It swept into my life with little fanfare in the early morning hours that January. My husband, Steve, and I were asleep in our second-story bedroom when we were awakened by the sound of heavy sleet. As we lay there and listened, the sleet intensif...
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Monday, January 27, 2014

A night that turned from excitement to sadness

A night that turned from excitement to sadness Back in the spring of 1968, I was a senior in high school, ready to spread my wings a little. And that spring, there was a comet that streaked across the sky named Bobby Kennedy. I was living at Our Lady of Grace Monastery in Indianapolis, a boarding school run by the venerable Benedictine sisters,...
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Monday, January 13, 2014

The Holy Family: walking in faith

The Holy Family: walking in faith   This is the weekend we honor the Holy Family, the  family that we pray to, that we aspire to emulate. We all know the Bible stories about them. Mary and Joseph are betrothed. Mary has a visit from Archangel Gabriel. Joseph has doubts, and Mary heads to see her also-pregnant cousin Eliza...
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Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Questions about Advent, answers from our pope

Questions about Advent, answers from our pope   So here we are, right in the middle of Advent. So here we are, right in the middle of holiday preparations. How do we reconcile the two? It's clearly a study of contrasts. One takes quiet, solitude and separation, while the other demands hustle and bustle and busyness. Even the colors are di...
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Monday, December 09, 2013

Building our lives with gold, silver and costly stones

Building our lives with gold, silver and costly stones   Earlier this fall I spent a bit of time at a nursing home, just sitting and watching and waiting. Each day I came to admire the elderly residents more and more. They had such a lovely spirit about them, and an eagerness to just carry on. Our elderly of today are the members of what we call t...
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Monday, November 25, 2013

Falling in love with the Mass

Falling in love with the Mass   The celebration of the Mass began quietly. It was a chilly fall afternoon; and before Mass, parishioners were gathered in the narthex talking about the colder weather and the possibility of a harsh winter this year. A few minutes into the Mass, an elderly parishioner slipped into his seat, r...
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Monday, November 18, 2013

Saying the last good-bye

Saying the last good-bye   My mother's mental illness kept us apart in a way that no mother and daughter should be apart. She had good days, and many bad days. During my childhood, there were many dark and terrifying days. Over the years, our relationship suffered. Actually, it almost perished. When she was hospitaliz...
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Monday, October 28, 2013

A fork in the road

A fork in the road My 94-year-old mother had been living back and forth between the nursing home and the hospital when I got a call at one in the morning from the nurse on her floor. He said that I needed to get there quickly because her vital signs didn't look good. My husband and I sped to the hospital, and I spent...
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Sunday, October 13, 2013

Remembering that God is with us wherever we go

Remembering that God is with us wherever we go It's October and as the leaves turn colors before our very eyes, we start to think of hardy soup recipes and starting some winter craft projects. In October, we are reminded of the words of our beloved Hoosier poet, James Whitcomb Riley, who tells us of the coming "frost on the punkins." I'm a gran...
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Wednesday, October 02, 2013