Category: Me

When I was seven years old I knew I was Catholic. I knew my grandmother was very Catholic. I was born Catholic, but she lived Catholic.  She always wore a dress and platform heels. But on Sundays, the dress was just a bit finer and the heels fancier. The styles were the same.  Her everyday shoes […]

When I was sixteen and angry at someone, I got what I think was some great advice on the subject of revenge.  It wasn’t from a teacher, mentor, wise great uncle or a good book.  It was given to me by one of my brother’s cronies. My brother was brain damaged.  His friends were mentally challenged as well.  Some […]