On crime, women, and Southie
Over the last few days there have been attacks in Boston that are very, very close to home. I wasn’t there when they happened, though I was in the immediate […]
burglary
burglary, faith, Health
Laughter as a sign of hope
My neck is itchy. Ever since I began my adventures in auto-immune disorders, the skin problems that I thought had disappeared after childhood have resurfaced, and lately they have manifested
The curious incident of the chives in the night time
I walked out my back door this morning to a shocking sight. Shocking I say! My basil and chive plants, in cute matching pots, who go by the names of
Being Irish
For my 8th grade graduation, my mother promised me a claddagh ring because, as she put it, it was the only way anyone would know I had any Irish ancestry.
burglary, faith, grace, poetry, sacraments
Stuffed with grace
What part of speech is “religious”? If you answered “adjective” you’re right, except, of course, when religious is a noun. Now remember: a religious is religious, but you can be