Standing outside of Saint Philomena Church, Father Stoltz exchanges pleasantries with his parishioners. Please join us for dinner tonight, Father. My dad is visiting us...
My mother didn’t have a long childhood. The Great Depression didn’t allow it. Her father, a bricklayer, couldn’t find steady work. Her mother couldn’t either;...
Right across from Riverside Church and at the crest of a hill that slopes down to the river is a small stone monument surrounded by an iron-spike fence. It dates to 1797 and is...
The Star welcomes submissions of essays for its “Guestwords” column, of between 700 and 1,200 words, and of short fiction, between 1,000 and 2,000 words.
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It was the last weekend in the month of April. Blissfully, on that Saturday, I awoke to filtered morning sunshine streaming into my room; strong rays of light were piercing around the...
The Star welcomes submissions of essays for its “Guestwords” column, of between 700 and 1,200 words, and of short fiction, between 1,000 and 2,000 words.
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In the first year after his death, I had remembered my father often. Or at least I’d hear his voice frequently, reminding me that my mother loved violets or to check in on my...
The Star welcomes submissions of essays for its “Guestwords” column, of between 700 and 1,200 words, and of short fiction, between 1,000 and 2,000 words.
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