thoughts from a freckle-faced pisces
I recently went to a wedding for the daughter of some dear friends. It was three days before Mark’s birthday. I had very mixed feelings about going alone, but it seemed cowardly on my part to bail when they did the opposite when my life fell apart. On the spur of the moment that day … Read more
I used to always joke with Mark that my mom liked him better than me. He got along with her from the start of our relationship, but after he helped her take care of my dad in the foxhole of the last stages of cancer, that relationship formed a close bond. Years after that, he … Read more
When I was six years old, I entered 1st grade at St. Jude the Apostle school on the outskirts of Chicago. It was where me and my five siblings would spend eight years under the guidance of the nuns of the Congregation of Notre Dame. My first teacher was Mother St. Thomas, a gentle and … Read more