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Holy Thursday and What it was ounce.
The road to Easter for me and my family starts on Holy Thursday. Holy Thursday represents the last supper the night Judas betrays...
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Everyone on their knees Wondering what will be. Hands are folded, prayers are spoken, and ears are wide open. They stand in front of...
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I was 5 and my brother was 8 years old when we left Calabria and came to New York. My Mom was 34 and my Dad was 35. We lived in a small tow...
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The holidays were over, but the aftermath was just beginning. There is always a pile of gifts to return and never at the same stores...
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