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When I was in college at Villanova University, a Catholic school, everyone was required to take a religion class every year. The first class in my senior year, a young priest showed up, and after writing his name on the board, proceeded to reach into a box and take a bunch of communion wafers and toss them out into the room.

Dear Friends of the Foundation, Mariah had a knack for shopping for clothes. And so, even with ALS, she was always dressed to the nines. This was a part of her resiliency; ignoring her disability and moving forward to do…

  “Years ago, anthropologist Margaret Mead was asked by a student what she considered to be the first sign of civilization in a culture. The student expected Mead to talk about fishhooks or clay pots or grinding stones. But no, Mead said,…

It has been two years since Mariah died. I still struggle with understanding it, though some might think it was inevitable. I never did. Nor did she. I’ve been rereading “Man’s Search For Meaning” by Viktor Frankl. It’s about a…