No Jello in Heaven Please

The cityscape rapidly transformed itself as we approached Chicago’s predominantly Polish community. Storefront marquees advertising Polish-specific goods stood out in the bright noonday sun while babushka wearing women scuttled through the entranceways.  I was entertained by a shop owner who looked to be chasing after his own shadow as he swept the sidewalk in front of his establishment. The neighborhood possessed a unique character all of its own.  They were a “salt of the earth” type of people with a strong sense of cultural pride.

The Guardian

 

It made perfect sense to Jake. Who would serve better than the one who illuminated his long dark nights? His guardian angel so to speak, faithfully stationed at his bedside warding off closet hobgoblins and long-legged beasties. With his warm red glow penetrating the night, no spirit dared stir in his light… 

Soup?

Monday mornings would find Mom stationed at her Kenmore wringer washing machine.

The Gathering

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.

Tick Tock

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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?

I Don’t Walk Alone

We’ve all had some kind of belief passed down to us, whether that be Christianity, Judaism, Buddhism, Islam or even Atheism. Our up-bringing gives us a platform by which we view the world.

Precious Ones

Musical Memories