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A Father in his Day

By |2018-04-07T10:08:30-07:00June 20th, 2016|Essay, Journeys|

My father was a father in the time before fathers jogged and took boys’ weekends and, even, God forbid, attended book club meetings. He was a father in a time when being a wage earner was a seven-day-a-week job. When a man did not take a day off because [...]

Why Mom’s Stories Matter

By |2017-03-20T11:17:24-07:00May 10th, 2016|Essay, Journeys|

When my mother was a child in the 1920s, Sundays were for family. Relatives began arriving at the double-decker house in the city soon after Mass. A ham or roast was slid into the oven and potatoes were put on to boil ...

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