Surviving the second grade was the first major challenge of my young life. Specifically, I had to survive Sister Leona, the nun who turned my dislike for school into a consuming anxiety. She was cruel, and seemed to enjoy punishing and humiliating her class. We were often blamed for the death of the first grade nun who died during the previous summer break. She’d say, “You killed one nun, do you want to kill another?” I have to admit, that proposition was a little tempting at times. Continue reading
Sunday afternoons would find my dad relaxing in his favorite chair, the Chicago Tribune spread out on the floor in front of him. I’d be looking to get my hands on the comic strips—not to read them—I liked to sketch the characters. Continue reading
There is an interesting caesura found in the bible—a poetic pause that lies between the writing of the books of Malachi and Mathew. Continue reading
Tuffy’s tail wagged erratically as he worked the family like a hummingbird in a flower bed. With his cold wet nose he lifted every accessible hand hoping to receive a loving scratch on the head. Continue reading
There was no reason for me to set foot in my parents bedroom. They never told me to stay out, I just knew I had no business being in there. I also knew that’s where they hid the Christmas presents.
- The “First Thanksgiving” was celebrated by the Pilgrims in 1621.
- The observance of a “national day of prayer, humiliation, and thanksgiving” was celebrated collectively after a proclamation by President George Washington in 1789.
- Thanksgiving Day became a federal holiday in 1863, when President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed a national day of “Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens.”
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Had I only realized, I would have spent more time with them. I would have asked more questions about their lives and experiences. Now I’m left wanting to know so much more. What was I thinking? Continue reading