Sunday Dinner: Bringing Family Back to the Table

We have regular Sunday Dinners. This same type of event that when I was a child was a ritual for many that signaled the end of the weekend and the beginning of the work week.

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Suddenly Empty

I needed to get away. I needed time and space to write. Alone time, with no interruptions of questions and consultations for advice on whether or not the toilet bowl brush was round enough to cover the necessary area (not really but of that nature of importance). My girlfriend Kathy has offered her house near the beach, what we in New Jersey call ‘down the shore’. She inherited it from her Uncle Paul, Father Paul to the rest of us.

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Who will she be?

She has the most disarming little smile
Green eyes and silky brown hair
Cute as a button, some might say
Pretty, petite and willful and stubborn
All wrapped up in a pretty little package
Of piss and vinegar, in a frilly white ruffled blouse
That is deceptive, don’t be fooled
She will draw you in like a snake in a tree with that little smile
That soon turns into a grin that soon turns into a smirk
That soon turns into a grimace and then it happens,
Todzilla roars to life.

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