It was Christmas Eve of 1958. I was six years old. I’d woken up in the dark to pull up my covers closer. The wind was howling as the tree branches smacked against my window. “Dear God, please don’t let Santa freeze tonight,” I prayed. I prayed for everything. Sister Mary Matthew, my first grade…
The Purple Cow
When I was in seventh grade, I came home to find six nuns in our kitchen.My Gran was serving them tea while my teacher, Sister Mary Margaret, ironed our clothes. Seriously, my teacher from St Katharine’s was ironing my uniform blouse. She said, “Hello Anne! Come sit with us for a cup of tea.” It seems…
My Christmas Palm Tree
This year is the first year I’ve considered not getting a real Christmas tree. My father is holding his heart in Heaven as I write this. It’s like a mortal sin not to trudge through a huge field and choose the perfect tree. It must be fresh, just the right height and bushy, very bushy….
Wine Whine Wine
There are so many quizzes now on Facebook: “What kind of animal are you? What kind of animated character are you? How bitchy are you?” So many choices! I don’t take those tests. I don’t care if I’m a lion, a tiger or a bear…oh my! I don’t care if I’m Miss Piggy or Doc…
Winston, Our Royal Fawny
Winston, Our Royal Fawny Every family has had a pet that sets the standard for future pets. If you asked anyone in our family who our most adored pet was, the answer would be unanimous. It was our English Mastiff, Winston James of Gwynedd. He was a huge (literally) part of our family. He…