My Roman Holiday: The Colosseum
I’m not really sure how it started. How I thought I wanted to visit the Colosseum on Good Friday. It felt like the Catholic answer to Mecca for me. Like I had to do it just once in my life,…
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My Roman Holiday: San Giovanni Rotondo
Saint Anthony, Saint Anthony, please come around, something is lost that must be found. What is lost? Me in this post. I’ve labored over it for weeks. I finally had my husband proof it for me, and well, it sucked….
The Folded Umbrella
On Friday I received an email, like on most days, from Flickr saying one of my contacts has uploaded a new photo. The photo was the one shown here, taken by a priest who resides in England. It is such…