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I have never been one to make New Year’s resolutions—at least not any time in recent history. As a teenage girl and when I was in my early twenties, I often did participate in the tradition. It never ended well. I have a nice stack of diaries and journals that I wrote...				
					
			
					
				
															
					
					Dec 21, 2016 | +Pam Durso
Five miles from my house is the Sisters of Visitation monastery, a cloistered community with only a handful of nuns living and working together. On the front lawn of the monastery is an inspiring statue of Mary and Elizabeth. The two women are portrayed as reaching...				
					
			
					
											
								 
							
					
															
					
					Dec 14, 2016 | +Pam Durso
It is that time of year again . . . time to pull out the old tattered costumes, gather all the children, and organize the Christmas pageant. The girl with the sweetest smile is again chosen to be Mary. The tallest boy is assigned the role of Joseph. The little ones...				
					
			
					
											
								 
							
					
															
					
					Nov 23, 2016 | +Pam Durso
I don’t know about you, but Thanksgiving snuck up on me. A few weeks ago the checkout person at Kroger said to me, “Are you ready for Thanksgiving?” Her question shocked me, and I didn’t even know what to say. Was it already time for Thanksgiving? How did this happen?...				
					
			
					
											
								 
							
					
															
					
					Nov 11, 2016 | +Pam Durso
Alex voted for the first time this year. She came home from college one weekend, and on a bright, sunny Saturday afternoon, we drove to a early voting place near our house. She filled out her ballot. We took the obligatory selfie. I had a proud mama moment. My...