Some of us retired folks adjourn to a local restaurant for coffee and conversation after mass on Tuesday mornings. This week our conversation turned to […]
Wednesday, 8/23/17 – Only God Can Make a Tree
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest, Against the earth’s sweet flowing […]
Tuesday, 8/21/17 – O Champion!
Carlito was the smallest boy in the youth group. He always sat in the back of the room when they had meetings. He was so […]