You are the Architect of Your Dreams (But Your Mother Dusted Them)

If you need a reason to call your mother on Mother’s Day this year, consider this one: You may be the architect of your dreams, but it was your mother who dusted them. I don’t mean the magic, fairy kind of dust that Tinkerbell sprinkles about. I mean she dusted them with synthetic ostrich plumes…

Saints and Martyrs

Three Italian Catholic mothers walk into a kitchen.  It could be the start of a bad joke.  It could be an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond.  Instead it is the reality of my annual summer vacation. Welcome to Gulit-a-polooza 2013. Every summer, for a few emotion laden days, I spend a great deal of time around…