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This time of year always brings back memories from my childhood—a few good ones, but mostly painful ones. I didn’t have the childhood I had always wanted, not because Santa didn’t bring the gifts I had hoped for or any other trivial childhood disappointment. For me, it was suffering loneliness, abandonment, hunger, neglect, and abuse. …READ MORE

  From the time that I was in junior high school, I knew that I only wanted to be a youth minister. When the time came, I attended Benedictine College to get my double major in theology and youth ministry studies. At a small Catholic college most girls are looking for a good Catholic husband, …READ MORE

  I have always found motherhood to be a mix of joys and challenges. I could gaze at any one of my newborn babies for hours, marveling at their perfection, and I have been out of my mind with frustration trying to deal with the meltdown of one child, while being hammered with the demands …READ MORE

I was born in Vietnam during the final decade of the war. Concerned that the communist Vietnamese government would be oppressive, my parents made the difficult decision to leave their parents, siblings and their country to come to the United States with the hope of providing a better life and future for me. In June …READ MORE

  After spending the first six years of our marriage planning this move, we were finally relocating to Rome permanently with our two young children. Now we were just putting the finishing touches on our dream plan, tying up loose ends, and throwing ourselves a string of going-away parties. It was two months before we …READ MORE

“I was born 63 years ago in the steel town of Gary, Indiana, to first-generation American parents. My grandparents had emigrated from Poland right before the first World War and settled near relatives in Chicago. My childhood was a happy one, with many Polish Catholic traditions—my mother’s parents lived with us. I learned to speak …READ MORE