Mom has always forgiven my flaws. It’s not that she ignores my blunders, but she forgives. Take her Mother’s Day cake yesterday. Creativity, especially in the cake-decorating department, has never been my forte. When the children were little, I bought all those clown, ballerina, and fireman cake tins, and they did help. But then, my […]
Today is the day, 34 years ago, that we laid Daddy to rest in the Welsh Settlement Cemetery. October 7, 1982–the trees had taken on their fall colors of bright reds and golden yellows. I remember the crisp fall Pennsylvania air had a woodsy smell, the smell of the trees and ground preparing to take […]
There are those few people who really touch us in life, who make an impact on our outlook. I wrote a while back about the three nonagenarians who have taught me so much in life—my mom, my Aunt Ruth and my Aunt Ilene. And now, my Aunt Ilene is gone. In her 90 years, she […]
Can you pinpoint that one moment in your life—that one you can immediately jump back to and say, “That was my happiest moment”? Mine was at the birth of Aaron, our first-born son. I had come to believe that I would never have children—two miscarriages from my failed marriage twelve years earlier was proof of […]
Throughout life, my question has been the same: “What do I want to do when I grow up?” And now that I am all grown up, I am still asking the same question. I started out as a teacher, became a door-to-door encyclopedia saleslady, then decided head-hunter was for me. I stopped questioning for a […]
Mother’s Day 2012. A time to reflect on what Mom means to me. Just the word Mom means love. But it’s an active word and comes in many forms. Winters back home in Pennsylvania were so bad that at times we had to walk on top of 4-foot drifts to get to the bus—and I […]
As I age (or should I say, “As I enter my senior years”?), there are three qualities that I desire the most—contentment wherever I am, peaceful living within myself and with others, and the ability to see the good in every situation. What a great way to spend my senior years. What a volume of […]
…with tears rolling down his face. That’s how I like to remember my dad. Oh, not caused by any kind of sadness, but from a joke he had heard from a worker coming through his cafeteria line. Daddy loved jokes, and he loved bringing most of them home to the family…those he could repeat. And […]
Saturday Morning: 8:00 am
Saturday Vigil: 4:30 pm
Sunday: 7:30 am, 9:00 am, 10:45 am,
12:30 pm, 5:30 pm
Saturday Vigil: 6:15pm
Sunday: 9:00am, 7:15pm
Monday, Tuesday, Thursday & Friday: 8:30 am
