In San Juan Capistrano, it’s the swallows. In Hinckley, it’s the buzzards. And in South West DC, it’s the tourists at the Bureau of Engraving and Printing.
Category: Nonfiction
Loving DC for the Second Generation
My mother, Gloria Mary Smith Rigney, died twenty-one years ago today at the age of sixty-three. She was alone at her house in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, when she had a heart attack, her second. My sisters, brother, and my
Leaving… and Coming Full Circle
I recently was asked to help out with a couple of editing projects at the place I was baptized, confirmed, and made my First Communion–St. Joseph’s Cathedral in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. I was humbled, and of course I said yes. I’m hoping to be there when the new altar is installed later this year. It’ll… Continue reading Leaving… and Coming Full Circle
A New York State (or Colony) of Mind
I’m thinking about spending four days or so in the next few weeks in Dutchess County, New York. You know, the Poughkeepsie area, about an hour or so north of Manhattan, where the most popular time for a visit is fall foliage.