“We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can fly only by embracing one another.”~~~author unknown.
As a Catholic child I was raised in the Church when Masses were still in Latin, and reverence was a mighty force. We were taught by the nuns that each of us has a guardian angel sent by God to watch over us and to keep us safe. We were to envision our angel sitting upon our shoulder, especially when we were afraid.
This certainly helped when I was convinced at the …

I was such an innocent kid. But then aren’t all children until they reach an age of reasoning and ponder some reflections of their youth? Some reflections bring a smile, some a shudder and some just have me shaking my head. Here are a few of my reflections:
My mother: An intelligent woman of style, class and grace. But mothers leave their marks, don’t they? For example, she would tell me to “go take a long walk on a short pier,” or “sing solo, so low I can’t hear you,” or …

All my intellect tells me that being superstitious is absurd. Still, there is something about the month of March. First, here in Pennsylvania, March weather can put you in the throes of physical discomfort with snow one day, rain the next, then sunshine and hints of warmth and then cold that pries its way into your bones. It is a month that bonks against its cocoon while trying to find its way into spring. For me it has also been a month that burgeoned my only superstition, The Ides of March.
An …