When your baby is ill, the world seems to stop. Sitting one that hospital couch, as he lay sleeping in the hospital crib, I stared out the hospital window at other hospital parents in the hospital yard, eating their meal because we were not supposed to eat in the Pediatric
When was your golden age? For me, it was college. After completing a year of missionary work, I attended two years at CSU Stanislaus, lived at home and worked. I missed the community of the missionary team. “Live with Saint Paul’s Outreach,” Elissa said, a ministry that focuses on college
I am a caregiver. Maybe you are, too. Maybe you have your mother’s pill box in your purse to deliver it every week to her. Maybe you quit your job after your child was born to monitor his breathing. Maybe you get your father out of bed in the morning
I’m reeling this morning. I am back to listening to the Memento Mori playlist on spotify because I live generally close to the edge and every now and I get pushed off. This morning it was the homily. Not what the priest said. He said very nice things, exhortations and
Part 2 We came. We saw. We conquered. We traveled. Usually I’ll go to San Diego to hang out with my parents if I want to unwind. – Mario Lopez Questions about the little guy? I suppose it wouldn’t be a faithful retelling of
Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch. Ah, vacation. Time to put aside our tasks, rest, relax, sight-see and love life. Like searching for that light shining in the darkness while I navigate the ocean, giving us direction, I was ready. And I was no fool, I went in
Part 1 We came. We saw. We conquered. We traveled. Thank God I arrived the day before yesterday, the first of the month, at this port of San Diego, truly a fine one, and not without reason called famous. — Junipero Serra Seven or so hours from
