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
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Flipping the bird
Apologies in advance for this post's title. I don't intend it to convey any disrespect, it's more my attempt to emotionally remove myself from an incident which I found to be upsetting. Here’s what happened… Over the weekend, my son came across an injured bird in the lawn next to our house. The poor guy … Continue reading Flipping the bird
Call me Caitlyn
There was a phrase a couple of years back that became so ubiquitous that I developed a physical response to hearing it. Each time someone uttered "It is what it is," the hair on the back of my neck legitimately stood up and I began to exhale loudly. The phrase annoyed me, I think because … Continue reading Call me Caitlyn
What home feels like
Memorial Day weekend probably seems like the ultimate cliché when it comes to traveling a couple of hours (or more) to revisit one's childhood. Not to take anything away from our nation's true heroes, but surviving our teenaged years in the small village of Greenwood Lake made us veterans of an entirely different sort. Since … Continue reading What home feels like
My mythical beast turns 16
On a sunny day, not unlike some of the ones we’ve enjoyed this week, my water broke and labor began for my second child. Neither of these occurred with any haste – it was more a leak than a gush and the progress of my contractions was painfully (literally) slow. When my red-faced, bald-headed baby … Continue reading My mythical beast turns 16
Living (too) large
You know how they say "travel is broadening?" Well, when it comes to the size of my ass, I'd definitely have to agree. Seriously, I've taken to referring to my hips as "croissant" and "pain au chocolat." Whatever. I don't regret eating a single slab of pâté or hunk of Camembert. It was vacation. Now that I'm … Continue reading Living (too) large
Love in Ernest
As an undergraduate, I fell in love with Ernest Hemingway. My major in English trumped my minor in Women's Studies when it came to his mysogynistic ways. After reading a number of biographical works about him I forgave him. He was damaged goods. His writing impressed me and I have repeatedly heard his voice in … Continue reading Love in Ernest
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