Seventeen-plus years ago, we missed parts of Christopher’s baptismal instruction class. So when we stood with the other two families at Our Lady of Good Counsel in the east 80s in Manhattan, and the priest turned to us first, we were unprepared.


“What do you want for your child?” he asked.

A million thoughts ran through my head as Chris held our 2-month-old who had finally dozed off after a crying fit that shook the rafters of the church where his great-grandmother had also been baptized... Continue Reading

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The scent of memories always moves in with a new season.

Sure, we should be looking ahead, and little is as sweet as an upstate spring. Finally, the snow is gone, the piles of leaves wait by the side of the road for the leaf sucker, and the trees have sprouted tiny leaves that are a heartbreakingly tender shade of green.

The scent of fresh earth also brings reminders of time gone by. Maybe somebody you remember floats along that warming breeze; maybe the sound of children playing reminds you of a neighborhood game of “Spud” from your own childhood, when staying out past dark was a delight.

This spring, I’ve been thinking about a time that wasn’t even mine. Square dancing, in particular, comes to mind... Continue Reading

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