Monthly Archives: August 2019

Getting my town back

What a difference a few hours makes. And if I didn’t know it before, I’d know it now: I’m definitely an introvert. At 1:30, coming home from an after-Mass lunch, the streets were crawling with people and cars. Lots of … Continue reading

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The storyteller

My grandmother didn’t bake cookies or play games with me because she couldn’t. But she could and did tell the most wonderful oral stories. That’s quite different from someone who writes out their stories. I know, because I’ve tried it … Continue reading

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Parlee voo, to you

One of my favorite childhood memories is the year I spoke French. I’d never done it before, and I haven’t done it since, but thanks to an imaginative grandmother I was able to impress one of the neighborhood kids. My … Continue reading

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