Musings of a single Catholic thirtysomething

dreams

The year was 1987.  I was a petite seven year old with wavy light brown hair, and freckles sprinkled about my face.  My mom would call them "Angel Kisses", and I truly believed her.  We lived in the sleepy, overcast town of Carlsbad, not five minutes from the beautiful Pacific ocean.  I attended St. Patrick's… Read More