“The year runs our of time, And we run too (breathless), Looking for a child to share our burden And turn our dreams into crystals of reality” - Fr. Joseph A. Fata To say that 2025 was a year filled with running is an understatement. I feel as though I have been running since the ball dropped in New York City a year ago. Running itself isn’t the problem—the problem is that despite all this running around, I haven’t lost a single pound. Like every year, 2025 came with its ups

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