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Writing class assignment for the prompt “gift”. Many husbands like to buy gifts of jewelry for their wives.  Nothing remarkable about...

Published on VineLeavesPress.com (“50 Words Give or Take”) . I’m four years old.  Dad is scrubbing my face with a washcloth.  He keeps...

Everything inspires me.  Everyone inspires me. Everything and everyone come from God. Therefore, God inspires me. It’s inspiring to know...

Writing class exercise, 10 minutes, no revisions, to the prompt “flat tire”. Any nail or screw in any road will find its way into any one...

This piec e appeared on March 11, 2024 on CatholicArtistConnection.com , as part of that website’s Lenten Reflections series. Mid-way...

The apartment in Bayside.  Perhaps I am three or four.  I am sitting, crouching, squatting, whatever posture I need to be in, on the...

After 9 months of discernment (gestation?), I now see that … it’s time to resume posting images of my artwork. I assure you: I never...

“The Lord opened a door of opportunity for me.” (2 Corinthians 2:12) “When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and...

Lent is traditional, but any time of year is appropriate for experiencing the traditional practice of following the “Way (the “Stations”)...

This retreat, co-led with Mary Blankenship, will be held again during Lent 2025 (exact date TBD). An interactive experience of...

I don’t remember why we were told we had to do this.  In 1958 or 1959, in first grade in Queens, we all went in an orderly line to the...

Co-led with Nancy Hendricks. Mid-way through the penitential season of Lent comes a bright spot of hope and joy: the 4 th  Sunday of Lent, Laetare Sunday.  The liturgical color of the day — rose — shines like a beacon against the unrelenting purple of Lent, a visual sign to the faithful that Easter is within our sight. Named for the Latin word for “rejoice”, Laetare Sunday helps us remember God’s grace, mercy and unconditional love.  The day gives new energy to our traditiona

I have known my oldest friend since both she and I were born — since even before that, because who knows what kind of consciousness...