Fathers – the ones we have and the ones we don’t

I went to mass the other day. It was in my hometown in the same church where I made my first communion, attended catechism classes and impatiently sat through midnight mass on Christmas Eve eager to only get home and open a single gift, as was our custom. I was there to accompany one of … Continue reading Fathers – the ones we have and the ones we don’t

Sometimes Mother’s Day stinks

...and I'm not talking about like a bouquet of flowers, either.  No, I'm talking about good old-fashioned perspiration.  You see, I began my Mother's Day by participating in Fleet Feet's 10K Classic.  The race began (and ended) at Bethlehem Central HS* and the route was fairly rural and mostly flat.  It was a small field … Continue reading Sometimes Mother’s Day stinks

Unforgettable lessons

There are books that I read which are impossible to put down, a recent example being The Girl on the Train. I was so eager to find out what really happened that I refused to stop reading until I finished the book. I was neither disappointed, nor regretful of my decision to push on until … Continue reading Unforgettable lessons

Laboring on Christmas Eve

Not to take anything away from Mary, but I did my share of work yesterday, too. The morning began with tending to two loaves of bread, prepping the ultimately fantastic beef roast and driving a friend to the airport, all prior to attending a 10:00 yoga class. After the sweaty release of 75 minutes of … Continue reading Laboring on Christmas Eve