I remember liking Mother’s Day once. When bits and pieces of love came home in stapled brown paper lunch bags; carefully constructed art projects forgotten about until Monday.
Fat Tuesday is today. One more day of revelry before we Catholics enter the desert of self-denial. One more day of Mardi Gras living before we morph into Sisyphus and roll our sacrificial… Continue reading
It’s Groundhog Day again. It happens like clockwork every year. A festival of predicting weather dating back the nineteenth century. Mercifully, Punxsutawney Phil is called to task just once a year, unlike in the 1993 movie… Continue reading
Our first Christmas tree as a married couple was over eight feet tall. We lived in an old Victorian with high ceilings and were so excited about getting a huge tree that we forgot… Continue reading