The journey of life requires passage through profound changes and upheavals, happy initiations and inescapable trapdoors. A little humor helps.
Childhood is peopled by toys and things — objects as real and as companionable as the hearts and minds in which they live.
My sister Rosemary was recently widowed. Her husband of more than 30 years went in for minor surgery but died later that night.
A little more than a year ago, I sat in a familiar pew awaiting the start of the funeral Mass for my mother, Rose Mary McNally McGuire. No doubt, this was one among the scores of pews here at Our Lady of Grace in Hoboken, New Jersey, that my mother, in her 92 years, and my father and my 12 brothers and sisters had prayed in.…