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All Saints

The kindergartners, hungover from Halloween’s up-late sugar-fest, don’t exactly gambol into the classroom as Mrs. Gill plays “When the Saints Go Marching In” on the cassette player.  Last night, they were Disney heroines and Marvel superheroes, with the occasional butterfly, … Continue reading

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Leaving

My mother left my father for all of twenty minutes. That’s a fact, scrawled on a post-it that she found stuck to page 313 in The Catholic Baby Name Book, the page with Samson, Samuel, Sanctan: so many variants. When … Continue reading

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