I’m a list-maker, and hence, of course, I make resolutions. Twice a year, actually, once at this time of year, and once on my birthday, June 21. This year, the one in which I will hit the double-nickel in terms of years, marks my shortest list of resolutions ever, just eight words: –Work less, play more.… Continue reading Short and Sweet
Category: Memoir
Dear Old Dad
Life with my father, Bernard No-Middle-Initial Rigney, could be a challenge. He drank a lot, though according to his definition–“can
In the Fullness and Richness of Time
Last week, I attended the funeral of Remedios “Mima” Cabacungan, who died at 102. I’d never met Mima, but her daughter Reme and I cross paths every year at our parish’s 5 a.m.
Lo, How a Rose ‘Ere Blooming
Tomorrow will mark five years since I returned to full communion with the Catholic Church after more than thirty years away. Below is an excerpt from something I wrote about that beautiful day: I’d never been a Christmas Catholic.