I have kissed a handful of people
and they don’t so much matter
when I look at you
when your hair tickles my forehead
it doesn’t feel like the whole… 155 more words
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So yesterday my family packed up the Volkswagen for its maiden voyage and drove south.
We did something similar to this once, when I was a sophomore in high school, when we spent a day skiing at Pomerelle and then made our way south to California, where we stayed a couple days. 336 more words
So home is a wonderful thing.
I forgot to write about my fly-by-night visit home a few weeks ago, which included watching my sister play volleyball and going to a German teachers’ weekend with my mom and keeping up with the conversation just fine (and also making one of the ladies, who is a native speaker and a Ph.D., laugh). 642 more words
I think my fascination with Catholicism was born at St. Anthony’s Hospital where my mother gave birth to me. Somewhere in my early growing-up years, I heard rumors that before nuns brought babies to their mommies, priests baptized tiny infants. 947 more words