Marriage & Relationships
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Understanding Infertility: A Catholic Perspective
For those who long to be parents, perhaps nothing is more heartbreaking than experiencing the pain of infertility instead. I know this pain firsthand—my husband and I experienced infertility while trying to conceive our first child. The Centers… read more
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“What’s the most romantic thing your spouse has ever done?” the emcee asked the three couples. My husband Scott and I were attending a wedding for one of our friends, and a family rendition of “The Newlywed Game” was taking place. … read more
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Falling in love isn’t always geographically convenient. What happens when a state boundary (or two) separates you and your potential soul mate? Award-winning writer Marion Fernández-Cueto explored this dating dilemma in the summer 2010 issue … read more
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“Come look at the stockings,” my boyfriend said. Dan led me into the family room of his parents’ house, where four colorful stockings hung from an old-fashioned fireplace. It was late in the evening on December 24 — our first Christmas … read more
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My wonderful, unusual Catholic wedding
There’s an old saying that says if you want to hear God laugh, make a plan. As a young girl I had two plans: I would never marry someone named Ken (my name is Barb), and I was not going to get married in the month of June (too cliché for… read more
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The Catholic Digest Wedding Guide - more frequently asked questions
How do I go about getting married in the Catholic Church? Once you’ve decided to get married, you need to call your local parish office and tell them you wish to begin the marriage preparation process. They will explain the procedures and help… read more
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A survival guide for the two-faith family
Bethany is a practicing Catholic. Jim, her husband of four years, is a largely fallen-away Lutheran. Despite the potential challenges, they managed to negotiate their faith differences acceptably well. Bethany would plan to fulfill her Sunday obligation around… read more
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A letter to a young bride and groom
In 1993, when my husband and I got engaged, Bill was 23 and I was 24. At the time, I squinted in confusion whenever the priest, in our pre-marriage conversations, would call us “kids.” I had been a voting adult for fully six years, I thought… read more
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Hugging each other tightly, I pressed my cheek against the soft leather of his jacket, breathing in the faint scent of sandalwood cologne. This was supposed to be our goodbye to each other, the end of the most wonderful weekend of our lives. But as we stood… read more
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I would like to be able to say that the “stunned” feeling that came upon my husband on the day he first thought of marriage was caused by me — by my exceptional beauty, loving ways, scintillating wit, and rare intelligence. It was caused, … read more


















