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…
Author: froghavenlady
Fees, Foes and Fumbles
Summer of 1980; it had been a roller coaster ride thus far that year for many of our immediate family. …
The Back Room at 3671
My father’s idea of maintenance was to ignore any and all upgrades. He was not one to pre-plan or estimate…
Sense of Recall
This year, I am recalling all the construction heart valentines I brought home as a child; and the woven May…
POPPIES ‘GAINST THE FENCE
A morning not unlike before; except, that March day, I chose to sit And in the sun clothe soul and…
Holy Sundaes
Sunday evenings had taken on an entirely new perspective with the addition of evening service and a trip to Dairy…
When Life is Good Enough
A walk to the mailbox yields an extra envelope inside; this one not a bill! The card is a funny…
When Everyone Was Irish
Across the Bay, the City had a parade each year. Even the Italians walked among their Irish compatriots, extolling the…
Gunfight at the OBGYN Corral
On the surface, it was simply routine; my annual checkup. The form might have been revised; I filled out current…