In honor of James Joyce and Ulysses and Bloomsday 2017, Molly’s Soliloquy: Yes because he never did a thing like that before as ask to get his breakfast in bed with a couple of eggs since the City Arms hotel when he used to be pretending to be laid up with a sick voice doing his highness to make himself interesting for that old faggot Mrs Riordan that he thought he had a great leg of and she never left us a farthing all for masses for herself and her soul greatest miser ever was actually … [Read more...] about and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes
We will never forget. … [Read more...] about In Memoriam, September 11, 2001
At this time of year, I think of Gerard Manley Hopkins and his words: Let him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east, More brightening her, rare-dear Britain, as his reign rolls, Pride, rose, prince, hero of us, high-priest, Our hearts' charity's hearth's fire, our thoughts' chivalry's throng's Lord. from The Wreck of the Deutschland by Gerard Manley Hopkins Photo: Flowers in New Jersey, June 10, 2007. … [Read more...] about Let Him Easter In Us
Warm, rich, sweet and so homemade. It only takes 20 minutes to mix, 50 minutes to bake at 350º. Here's an easy but DELICIOUS recipe for Irish soda bread and a must eat on St. Patrick's Day. 4 c. flour 1 c. sugar 1½ tsp. baking powder 1 tsp. baking soda 1 tsp. salt 1 (15 oz.) box raisins ¾ stick butter or margarine 2 eggs, well beaten 2½ to 3 c. buttermilk Preheat oven to 350º. Mix flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt together. Add raisins and mix. Mix buttermilk, eggs, … [Read more...] about 20-Minute Soda Bread for St. Patty’s Day
Two immortals discuss Labor Day Think about it, all characters are immortal. Two of them, Rosa and Serafina were born in imagination. They had parts to play in my historical mysteries. For me they won't die and for anyone else who cares to read their words, they will in some way remain alive. One thing about them, Rosa and Serafina comment. Sitting on some fat cloud and enjoying perfect weather they look down on war and peace, perhaps on this parade in New York in 1909 when Labor Day was … [Read more...] about Why Do They Call It Labor Day If No One Works?