life’s smallest joys…are reasons to celebrate…everyday…hugmamma.
salt flavors food, as ethnicity flavors life…hugmamma.
family members may not like each other, but can accept one another for who they are, and relish what they can of each other…hugmamma.
a beautiful love song, of mother and son, of a woman and her god…hugmamma.
handicapped Catholics gift us with the story of the Nativity…hugmamma.
lucky to have a “shepherd,” who leads his “sheep” like a loving patriarch…hugmamma.
Preparing for the holidays is like removing the stump of a tree; Christmas is like the beautifully manicured garden…hugmamma.
Meandering the backroads under a threatening, gray sky in verdant Washington State, is as special as lazing under the tropical sun, on a white sand beach in Maui…hugmamma.
God touches us when we least expect it…hugmamma.
Portuguese bean soup, just as good as when my mom’s Hawaiian club use to make it…hugmamma.
Church-going through the years evolves into a meaningful, life-altering, beneficial habit…hugmamma.
Decluttering our lives of past pain might ensure that we travel light into our tomorrows…hugmamma.
Humbling ourselves or recognizing the humility in others, can bring honor to both in the words of Sunday’s Gospel, as explained in the homily of a priest with a drawl that evinced southern hospitality, not unlike Hawaiian “aloha”…hugmamma.
Father Brian’s homily about discipline wasn’t the ‘Sermon on the Mount,” but it was just as enlightening…hugmamma.
Taking note of the “small stuff” that makes my life mine…hugmamma.