My facts of life in the late 1970s — a self-absorbed teenager and the youngest member of my divorced family — erected barriers that sometimes stymied my boyish notions of happy living. One of the ...
Some 50 years ago I was an altar boy serving Mass at Ogden’s St. Joseph Catholic Church. I was a reliable assistant but prone to occasional daydreaming. If you’ve ever dared to venture into the mind ...
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