Michael Ripple
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Michael Ripple

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Is Life Overwhelming?

Is Life Overwhelming?

My father “Pappy” has lived with my wife and son and now brother for close to twenty years. He is 98 years old. He now requires 24-7 care. Fortunately we have been able to change our lives and keep him comfortable here in our home.
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Spiritual Self Sabotage

Spiritual Self Sabotage

My name is Michael Ripple and I used to be a writer. Some of my past reflections were published here on Catholic 365 and I enjoyed writing for them. However, I haven’t written any opinion pieces for almost one decade. Through the years the many reasons for my silence varied and became nothing more than excuses.
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Irregular Priest

Irregular Priest

I don't want to have parish council meetings, plan weddings, or worry about a cemetery and parish school (few that are). I've always been clear on those above points. But the one thing I miss? Praying and celebrating Holy Eucharist and hearing Confessions. The one thing that probably is needed more than ever in this world.
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How Do You Get to Carnegie Hall?

How Do You Get to Carnegie Hall?

Almost every morning I enjoy the luxury of listening to my son practice his oboe. Starting at the break of dawn, like a morning prayer—Haydn and Tchaicovsky and some etudes by Barret echo in the winter dark through our house in the woods.
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Can We Still Live as Inspired People?

Can We Still Live as Inspired People?

The other day I was making my way through the bookstore at the Cleveland Institute of Music- just killing some time. Wow! If you've never had the chance and you are a music score junky--I highly recommend it. Who would have thought that so much history, culture, creativity, and paper could be found in a 15 by 15 room? Stacked to the ceiling notations, operas, etudes, papers, books, and scores.
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An Adventish Encounter

An Adventish Encounter

What started as a typical evening turned Adventish. I was riding with my son to a local pub. There we were to meet my lovely wife and her friend. It was cold, damp, and a bit dreary...early winter evening along the Great Lakes...you get the drift. Advent.
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