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Inspiring the Archdiocese of Baltimore
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Filed Under: Blog, Open Window
The night our new cousin and nephew was born we went out to dinner to celebrate—and also, maybe more accurately, because I didn’t want to make dinner. We went to Pappas, where I had the absolutely delicious crab cake.
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Backpacks were packed, shoes were on, and we were gathering things to head out the door when the phone rang.
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Filed Under: Blog, Open Window
Our sons went on a joint field trip this week, and I got to tag along as a chaperone.
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Filed Under: A More Human Society, Blog, Respect Life
According to a 2016 fact sheet by the Guttmacher Institute, a former Planned Parenthood affiliate, the federal government spends well over $2 billion a year on family planning, mostly through Medicaid (not affected by the regulation).
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Filed Under: Blog, Boots Laced
We can’t just say, “we love the young church.” We have to name them. Jazmine, Michael, Shantay, Jose and all those other young people in your church require adults who can call them by name.
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Filed Under: Blog, Unconditional
When Deacon Ray Van Pelt announced at the end of Mass at St. Joan of Arc in Aberdeen that the church was looking for altar servers, Collin whispered to me, “I want to do that!”Collin has been attending Mass weekly (barring the occasional snow storm or stomach bug) since he was 5 days old. Unlike […]
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Filed Under: Blog, Open Window
I’m never sure why we have Jell-O on hand.
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Spring has sprung! Or maybe we’re headed straight into summer! But I am so happy to see sunshine and hear birds singing. It’s also been an incredibly moist spring. As I was walking to a meeting at work the other day, I noticed we were growing a beautiful crop of mushrooms on campus.
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Filed Under: Blog, Boots Laced
Disciples don’t get to lounge around in complacency. It’s not an option.
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The morning of St. Rita’s feast day I said a prayer to my patron saint, who also happens to be the patron saint of hopeless cases. It’s not the first time she’s heard from me, and it won’t be the last.
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It wasn’t a royal wedding. We didn’t have a horse and carriage and the queen didn’t have to approve my gown. But I can still remember many details of the day.
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When I first met him, he was wearing overalls and a tattered white shirt and a smile that lit up his whole face.
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