Category Archives: mom

A funny thing happened on the way to the communion rail. . .

I officially received my First Holy Communion (Catholic capitals) on April 17, 1971. I unofficially received it a few months earlier. And my mother damn near killed my dad over it. First, my mom was a cradle Catholic and a … Continue reading

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Hey kid, don’t get a ‘big head’

I read this article in The Mighty: 21 ‘Harmless’ Comments People Heard Growing Up That Affect Their Mental Health Now by Juliette Virzi. Of the 21, I recognized several that were used on me. Many of the 21 are real … Continue reading

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On Turning 55

I turned 55 today.   I stood in a very cold garage smoking a high end cigar and drinking a maple bourbon and coke and listening to Sinatra’s ‘September of my Years’ and wondering what all my dead relatives would … Continue reading

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Brain Weasels Attack!

Editor’s Note: I really can be quite humorous at times but lately, as you might have noticed, things have not been going well at all. I write the way I feel and I write, not on a schedule, but when … Continue reading

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This (wasn’t) us

I’ve gotten hooked on a network TV show which almost never happens. You might have guessed by the title of this piece – ‘This is Us.’ I usually don’t watch this kind of schmaltz but I got hooked. Maybe it’s … Continue reading

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An open letter to my dead father

Trigger warning: lots of them; read at your own risk. That young boy without a name anywhere I’d know his face.  In this city the kid’s my favorite.  I’ve seen him. I see him every day.  Seen him run outside … Continue reading

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From my mother on the occasion of my birthday

Hello Mom, This is about the time of the morning where I would get the call from you – the birthday call. Every year on my birthday I would get my special birthday wish from you. The main subject was … Continue reading

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