The Family Holiday

My Mother’s family surname should have been Holiday since most of us were either born or died on one. Sometimes we did both. Crazily enough, it wasn’t just my mother’s side. My dad was born on St. Patrick’s Day, and though it’s not a major holiday, I like to think it was part of the … Continue reading The Family Holiday

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A Broken Pot of Mayonaysa

“Come to Sisal.” I insisted. “You’ll see real Mexico there and it will be way cooler,” I promised. I have never been to Sisal, and the students that had gone the previous year had not filled me in on the place. But I assumed that if Woolman Hill was going, it had to be fantastic.