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You were fast and lean and sleek and smart.No other mouse could play the part.You scurried with the speed of light,Zipping past, both left and right.Sometimes you crept without a careAnd sniffed around ’most everywhere.Your paws were white. Your back was gray.We thought you’d never go away.What did you eat?

We all matter. We are all equally valuable despite artificial distinctions of class and salary.

Another morning is beginning, and I’m making breakfast and packing lunches in the kitchen. I sigh as I try to piece together the lunches. What is it about packing lunches that can be so defeating?As I start cutting strawberries, I hear some bickering begin in the other room.Back and forth

Catholics face stiff headwinds when they are serious about their faith. Pope Francis’ term for all this is “polite persecution.”