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Riding Bikes with Robert and Edmond

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By Michael Patrick O’Brien– My father-in-law Robert Comeau, a man I had never seen weep, teared up one day as he watched me riding bikes outside with my young son…

Living the dream, despite the bad outcome

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By Michael Patrick O’Brien– One of my favorite Notre Dame memories involves college football, of course, but not gridiron success. Instead, this happy memory involves rather painful failure, and the…

That morning Fred Rogers whispered in my ear

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By Michael Patrick O’Brien– The new Tom Hanks movie A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood is giving me some rather intense flashbacks. My mind is awash with memories of that one morning…

Sustainable Brother Stanislaus

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By Michael Patrick O’Brien– Much of the new millennium’s chatter is about innovative and cutting edge ideas, such as sustainability. Many of these “new” concepts, however, long have been part…

Toward a Catholic Feminism

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By Gary Topping– Powell’s City of Books in Portland, Oregon last summer featured a table of books labelled “Must Reads,” or some such thing.  My wife bit, and purchased Rebecca…

Ireland reveals my statuesque children

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By Michael Patrick O’Brien– During our 2011 trip to Ireland, my three young children often had an odd reaction to the many lovely monuments to Irish historical events and figures that we…

Trying to align my ora and labora

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By Michael Patrick O’Brien– Sometimes I worry that my ora and labora are out of whack. Although the two words sound somewhat orthopedic, I am not thinking about the aging…

Brother Boniface goes to Heaven

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By Michael Patrick O’Brien– The photo is like an impressionistic painting, where blurred images somehow manage to depict clear reality. Or, in this case, reality transcended, for it is my…

Invisible wapiti at the old monk Hermitage

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By Michael Patrick O’Brien– As a boy, my friends the Utah Trappist monks often told me about wonderful quiet weekends at their hillside retreat called the “Hermitage.” It took almost…

A Statement of Commitment and Action

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By Gary Topping– A Catholic friend of ours at Our Lady of the Lake parish in Seattle sent the following document which the parish is circulating among its members and…