by Nancy Machlis Rechtman She feels her way through the dappled landscapeCradling the memories of a time when it was filled with lightAnd hopeAnd dreamsInstead of this endless echo chamberOf lonelinessWhere she now resides. The sun has yielded to the moon’s prowessSinking slowly across the Western skyBut this is no…
By Donna Broom Father Louis Demarco was surprised to see a little girl in the third pew. It was 4:15 pm; his turn to say 5 o’clock mass at St. Gabriel’s church. The adjoining Catholic school dismissed at 2:10, so it was unusual to see a lone child in the…
