The Lady in the Window

The Lady in the Window

The wet snow pelted his face like an army of stinging bees as he left the shelter of the dingy hallway. The third floor of their crowded tenement at his back, he walked quickly through the night. The cold stifled his breath, and he thought, “at least this time, I had...
May Altar

May Altar

It was almost June of 1962, which meant school would soon be out for the summer. I loved June for this reason, but I didn’t want May to be over since it meant the end of the beloved ritual to the Blessed Mother.  Any decent Catholic girl not only knew of the...
To Dusting I Shall Not Return

To Dusting I Shall Not Return

Several Saturdays ago, I was dusting the furniture in the Florida Room while enjoying a cool, sunny March morning. With the windows open, I heard the distant sound of a train. This mundane task, which I’ve done hundreds of times before, has never had a significant...