Author: Frank J. Tassone

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Shepherd’s Call

Each year, The Catholic Church celebrates Christ the Good Shepherd. A common Gospel reading for that Sunday Liturgy is the Gospel of John, in which Jesus Christ calls himself “the good Shepherd.” (John 10:...

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Losing Grandma

I don’t remember Grandma’s death. The only flash of memory is a snippet of conversation, and a flash of grief and concern on Mom’s face. My most clear memory of Grandma: she would squeeze...

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A Shattering Truth

You and Dad tried to conceive for twelve years before you decided to adopt. You told me that story often enough: how I grabbed your pinky when you visited candidate babies, and you knew...

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Summer Virus

Haibun The bloated feeling began when we drove home from the library. The cramping began later, when we came to bed. Rolaids offered no relief. The cramping soon became stabbing pains, waking me up....

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Awakening Joy

Haibun As I pour out pills to sort into daily containers. As his fingers dig into my armpit, and my laughter ensues. As I get ready for bed with a stuffy head. The raw...

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An Unimportant Failure

Nothing worth remembering. That fifth period class—where Moesha braided Katherine’s hair, Neina screamed; and Chastery, Jowayne and Zaire did no work—fades to insignificance. No homes called, no repercussions planned—only the slightest sense that my...

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Arboreal Awakening

The far maple, where I once hung Frankie’s tire swing, blooms. The maple beside our deck, the one with moss growing up its split trunk, arises from its winter slumber, too. We will enjoy...