Storytime: Reuniting in the glow of a Ferris wheel
My aunt Mary was a new patient at a facility near Kansas City, so I programmed my GPS to take me there. I pushed a button, said her name, and patiently waited outside the door until someone buzzed me in. A nurse greeted me, and I repeated who I was there to see. Then she touched my hand and looked into my eyes.
Latoya G. Harrison pays homage to her ancestors in new book
Toledo, Ohio, native Latoya G. Harrison has penned a striking exploration of memory and hope in her new book, Letters to My Angels & Ancestors. The guided journal encourages the reader to honor the deep spiritual connection with their own ancestors. “Each letter becomes a bridge between the past and the present, a way to honor the wisdom, sacrifices, and love of our ancestors,” she says.
Re Chiffy shares her experiences with Blessed Mother
Rosemarie Chiffy, 98, gave the following reflection on her relationship with the Blessed Mother during the Nine Week Novena in Honor of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Hello everyone. I am fairly sure you all know who I am, and also, approximately how old I am, as well. Father Jim...
My mother's final secret: Searching for the little sister I never knew I had
I'd been having dinner with my cousin Danny, in town for a few days on a business trip, when he lightly dropped the bombshell. We'd been talking about the usual things that families talk about — the trouble we'd gotten into as kids, the Thanskgivings we'd shared. Then I asked him what, if anything, he remembered about my father. Danny, seven years older than me, easily summoned fond tales of my mom's boyfriend horseplaying with him and his brothers. Of course, I'd never known that side of my father, I'd said, because he'd left my mother before I was born. "Well, yeah," Danny had replied, "he was gone, except for the thing with your sister." I sat in stunned silence for a moment, then flagged down a waiter and ordered another glass of Malbec. I had a sister.