Conversari House

Writings and Reflections by Michael T. Dolan

Santa and the fire truck

It was a grey December afternoon when I heard the engines in the distance. Within minutes they were at the bottom of our street, getting louder with the approach. I hollered to my daughter in the other room, calling to her: “Come quick! Come quick! Santa on a fire engine!” She came scampering through the [...]

Evening prayer

I end each day by walking into my daughter’s room and watching her sleep. Immediately the past and the future disappear. Like being with God, only the present exists. The anxieties, stresses, worries, and problems of the day – and the day yet to come – all vanish. At this moment there is only peace. [...]

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