Monthly Archives: August 2020


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My Mother’s Hands were rarely idle.  If she was awake, they were busy.  She had a confident “I can do it” attitude, and her work ethic was, “Nothing is too much trouble if it’s done with love.” She bandaged boo-boos, dried tears and wiped runny noses.  She kept a spotless […]

I Remember, Mama


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I was born in Bayonne, NJ, and when I was growing up, my family vacationed at the Jersey Shore.  My father would stand with me at the water’s edge, the in-coming tide tickling our toes, and tell me that there was another city named Bayonne across the ocean in France.  […]

The Tale of Two Cities