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Dreams, a Feather, and Sandwiches

While finally tending to the ancestral graves in Dunkirk this year, there was a seagull’s feather on that of my Grandparents on my Mother’s side. This has always been a sort of symbol or sign for me, but this is the only one I’ve ever seen that was...

Zig-Zagging into Spring

Not uncommon, the weather has been teasing with warm days, then cold ones. There was less than a week between using the furnace and the air conditioner (and then back again). The big thing I’m looking forward to is spending time outside like in the last couple...

Father Gary

I almost forgot about him, but not in my heart. Whenever I look at the tiny framed artwork of the Madonna in silver that he gave me, I think of him. Father Gary Kibler was one of my teachers in high school, but much more than that. I was an assistant of sorts in that...