“Dun dun dun dun-dun, Dun dun dun dun-dun, Dun dun dun dun-dun.“ The crinkling, crushing, crunching, whimsically-peaceful dance of the rustling leaves beneath our feet. The corn of the candied kind. The anticipatory desire of a magical, chaotic witches brew. All of the aforementioned reek of the ghoulish harvest hurtling toward us and our upcoming […]
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In Latin, “octo” means eight – October’s place in the Roman calendar when March was the first month. It is now the 10th month in the Gregorian calendar. In Old England, October was called Winmonath, or “wine month,” for the season’s wine production, according to the Old Farmer’s Almanac. It was also known as Winterfylleth,
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Hail Victory! Braves on the Warpath! Fight for old D.C.! Fight on, fight on ‘Til you have won Sons of Wash-ing-ton. Rah!, Rah!, Rah! From Touchdown Jesus, (the “Word of Life” mural on the Hesburgh Library grounds at Notre Dame, with the depiction of Jesus with upraised arms, which resembles a referee signaling a touchdown),
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“Keep your face to the sunshine and you will never see the shadows.” He Said ~ Even though we are less than a month into summer, it already feels as if the long, HOT, days of this solstice are rapidly fading. Perhaps it is because most take vacations during this time – trips to exotic
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She Said ~ The room buzzed with excitement, as conversations unfolded amongst strangers in the small, quaint Springfield, NJ, library. The walls were adorned by the work of local artists and artifacts of interest. Five rows of chairs neatly lined next to one another added to a sense of community and comradery. Admittedly, I was
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Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they’re here to stay. Oh, I believe in yesterday. OR Summertime, and the livin’ is easy Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high Oh, your daddy’s rich and your ma is good-lookin’ So hush little baby, don’t you cry. OR Someday
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She Said ~ Today, I drove down a street, the name I do not know. On the corner stood an empty house in need of talking; I volunteered to tell its story. There is no denying, the things we carry and the things we leave behind live on, take new form, and find new purpose.
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She Said ~ Tone-deaf: a genuine inability to perceive pitch differences in music, or a lack of awareness or sensitivity to social cues and the impact of one’s words or actions on others. Admittedly, this is a strange way to describe the 2025 Tony Awards, but it is accurate. Before my very eyes, the gifted
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Have we already reached the point of not comprehending enough to avoid past barbarity? Why are we obsessed with historical facts, did you knows, and snippets of old stories, yet we are once again standing on the precipice of a repetitive hell, of infinite idiocy. Not to go off on a tangent here, however …
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The dancing life sized Mexican mannequin adorned with a sombrero and bolero jacket made her giggle. He was tall, dark, and handsome with a jovial disposition. No matter how many times she entered this establishment, he turned his head, shook his maracas and swayed his hips from side to side, as if inviting her to
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