St. Lucy, outside of an elementary parish school in the Bronx. Interestingly, she has her eyes here; often, she’s shown holding her own eyes on a platter, referring to her martyrdom.
St. Francis of Assissi, across the doorway from St. Lucy. I’m not sure why they’re flanking the same entrance, as Clare is the bosom friend [...]
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This week, I’m doing my drama camp for neighborhood kids at the church where I teach Sunday school. Last year, I described it in the “death of a pigeon” post.
Today was the first day, and I had clean forgotten how tiring it is to teach/lead children. They have so much energy! They talk constantly! They [...]
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I read _Schooling_ by Heather McGowan last week– it’s written in a very Joycean stream-of-conscious, no use of quotation marks, shifting point of view style. A young American girl is at boarding school in England; the story covers her immersion into the school, her grief over her mother’s death, her strange (inappropriate?) relationship with a [...]
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I always pick up pennies. I can find three or four a day, sometimes. And often a nickel or dime. I feel lucky, and I also feel pleased to myself: over the course of a year, I’ll bet I find nearly five dollars in change on the ground. It’s like a free five dollar bill!
Here [...]
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