Easter in Prison, Part II

     They drove off and I teared up. Italians don’t even eat out Easter weekend, let alone visit prisoners. The relatives just didn’t understand.       “Prisoners? You care about prisoners? Take care of your own family and...

Easter in Prison, Part I

     I spent an Easter weekend in prison. Not a lily, new hat or pair of patent leather shoes in sight. No chocolate, no marshmallow chicks, no turkey dinners.  There was nothing familiar about this particular Easter weekend.  Endless...

I love my mother but…

It’ the same pattern every home visit. We spend time with our mothers and revert to childlike states. You know the feeling, “I love my mother but…she drives me crazy!” By the time most of us reach the driveways of our family homes, we are already...

Who Am I?

I once spent a week at a statewide Kids Camp; it was a crazy and busy week but it was a lot of fun.  The speaker had a blind puppet who kept popping up in the middle of each skit and would call out, “Where am I, Wheeeere am I”?  Then he would disappear. Some months...