Remembering Busha

Growing up, I always knew Dad’s side of the family was Polish. I knew we had a special affinity for sausages and cabbage, that we…

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Spooky Saints No More

Lately, I’ve been considering teaching my son Matthew about the saints. At the big-boy age of 5, he’s surely old enough to become captivated by…

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We’re Just Chatting

Last week, I paused to look out the front window of my apartment just long enough to see a middle-aged woman briskly get in her…

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Contemplating the Crucifix

Somehow — don’t ask me how — the conversation turned to Catholic iconography. Seven or eight of us denizens of graduate school were gathered around…

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