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My Roots Are Showing

Yesterday I went to confession.  Don’t know what possessed me, but there I was face to face with a priest I don’t particularly like. The new thing is, no confessional.  You sit opposite one another in folding chairs I suppose … Continue reading

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I remember the day of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis’s funeral. I was out doing laundry and when I came back home who was standing on my doorstep talking to a friend but John Kennedy Jr., I live above a trendy cafe … Continue reading

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