Wanderlust

I arrived in Ireland two days ago, along with my mother and my son. They are here to do family research and find the homes of some of our relatives who left many years ago to come to America. It’s been an emotional experience thus far. I came along to basically be their driver. (…

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Mom’s Faithful Table

It’s about six feet long, four feet wide, made of a sturdy, old formica….and it knows all of my secrets. If mom’s kitchen table could talk, I’d be in big trouble. It’s edges are lovingly worn from our elbows leaning, and our hands running across the smoothness as we share our hearts. My mother and…

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