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by Donal Mahoney Whenever I see a new woman, I know I should look at her hair and her eyes and her smile before I decide if she’s worth the small talk and the dinner [...]
by Donal Mahoney The weekday Mass at 6 a.m. brings the old folks out from bungalows around the church. They move like caterpillars down sidewalks, some with canes, some on walkers. Father Doyle says the [...]
by Donal Mahoney After 30 years together, Carol tells me late one evening in the manner of a quiet wife that I have yet to write a poem about her, something she will never understand in [...]