When we were kids and my Uncle Frank would call the house we always knew when it was him because my mom would snap her
“The first call came in around noon. I was eating lunch with my buds. Counting the minutes til we hot the bar. Nothing could bring me down. Nothing.”
One year ago today we lost one of the best. My Godfather. My beloved Uncle Terry. And life will never quite been the same. Uncle
I can’t believe I’ve never told this story before. I recently shared an old story on Facebook. And it brought a bunch of memories flooding
She made us all promise that we’d snitch on each other. If we saw anyone on a moped we were to report to her immediately. And she would reward us generously with a finski.
The worst. It’s a Tuesday morning and a kid walks up to me on my way out the door and says, I don’t feel good.
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Orphan. Mother. Wife. Teacher. Eileen O'Connor lives life to the fullest, embracing all her roles. With an unapologetic love for wine and honest humor, she looks at life through rose-colored glasses.
