Mom’s fruitcake was legendary or infamous depending on who you asked. It was about five and a half hefty pounds of candied fruit, currants, almonds, rum, and a little flour - substantial enough to use as a capstone, my brother and I called it "fruit brick." Mom absolutely loved making it. She’d start weeks ahead... Continue Reading →
In the first two hours after my first Trinity blog posted I lost 19 followers. To be sure, I noticed only because I don't have that many followers. Initially, my heart sank a little. In my mind, Jack Nicholson screamed in revolt, "You can't handle the truth!" The truth was that I had stopped merely... Continue Reading →
Nothing to see here folks, just a bunch of eggs. I really like eggs - growing up they were either scrambled with milk and cooked until there were buttery brown crunchy parts or soft boiled with a medicine cup serving as an egg cup - side of whole wheat or buttered pumpernickel toast, with Mom. With Pop, they were... Continue Reading →
I'm Irish - or more precisely, my mom was from Ireland. She called us Yankees. I appreciate my Irish heritage, shamrocks and all that; so I get the whole trinity thing. I mean, St Patrick isn't the patron saint of Ireland for nothing! The legend of how he taught the Irish about the Trinity, father,... Continue Reading →
This story has taken hold of me. 1500 children lost in the last three months, reports of possible human traffickers getting ahold of them. I am undone. How can anyone think that this is acceptable? Why isn't this a national emergency? Why is the extent of our action a hashtag? Why is there so much... Continue Reading →
