When I have a customer service issue, I generally deal directly with the vendor, and complain to a few friends. But I’m in the midst of three experiences that have failed to Continue reading
Are you there, HSBC/USPS/WETA? It’s me, your customer.
Posted in Life in the 50s, Memoir, Nonfiction, Travel
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Who Will Answer?
Sister Clement Mary wasn’t much of a nun, as far as I was concerned.
She was the last of my CCD teachers, back in seventh or eighth grade. Unlike the other Continue reading
Posted in Catholicism, Memoir, Nonfiction, Writing
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