The Final Round
I grew up and shared Mom’s fascination with the return of the swallows to Capistrano each St. Joseph’s Day, March…
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I grew up and shared Mom’s fascination with the return of the swallows to Capistrano each St. Joseph’s Day, March…
Summer of 1980; it had been a roller coaster ride thus far that year for many of our immediate family. …
My father’s idea of maintenance was to ignore any and all upgrades. He was not one to pre-plan or estimate…
This year, I am recalling all the construction heart valentines I brought home as a child; and the woven May…
A morning not unlike before; except, that March day, I chose to sit And in the sun clothe soul and…
Sunday evenings had taken on an entirely new perspective with the addition of evening service and a trip to Dairy…
A walk to the mailbox yields an extra envelope inside; this one not a bill! The card is a funny…
Across the Bay, the City had a parade each year. Even the Italians walked among their Irish compatriots, extolling the…
On the surface, it was simply routine; my annual checkup. The form might have been revised; I filled out current…