The last parcel

The last parcel

Every Sunday, the same story: go to Uncle Marty’s cabin to pick up a small packet for dad before dinner. Why me? Tommy could do it. Or dad. Isn’t the parcel for him? But no, it had to be me, the youngest of the house.I had precise instructions: be polite,...
Intimate Christmas

Intimate Christmas

The holiday season: can’t get enough of it, or can’t wait for it all to be over already? Has your attitude toward the end-of-year holidays changed over the years? Over the years, Christmas has become a feast more and more intimate. I’m a person of faith, and for...
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