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<\/p>\nI grew up Catholic. I mean, my name is Sheila Kathleen O’Malley, of course I did. Easter was a big deal. Well, not just Easter. Holy Week beforehand. All of Lent. Ash Wednesday. Palm Sunday. Seriously. For a kid, that is a high-maintenance month, religiously.<\/p>\n
Naturally, on Easter Sunday we had to go to church.<\/p>\n
But afterwards – MUCH steam had to be let off.<\/p>\n
So what did we do?<\/p>\n
We proceeded to stick the halves of plastic easter eggs into our eyeball sockets and then we staggered around the neighborhood, like zombies. We would hide in bushes and then slowly emerge juuuuuust as a car went by. There are pictures of all of us peeking out from behind trees, Sleestak eyes goggling in the Easter Sunday morning light. We stood standing stockstill, spread across the street – facing cars as they came near – cars filled with happy religious families coming back from mass …<\/p>\n
and this is what they saw as they approached ….<\/p>\n
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\nHappy Easter, everybody.<\/p>\n
Why I am wearing a straw cowboy hat, a down vest, a pale blue sweatshirt beneath that, RED dickies, and suede Wallabies is all just part of the cornucopia of mysteries which are dissolving forever (thankfully) in the fog of time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I grew up Catholic. I mean, my name is Sheila Kathleen O’Malley, of course I did. Easter was a big deal. Well, not just Easter. Holy Week beforehand. All of Lent. Ash Wednesday. Palm Sunday. Seriously. For a kid, that … Continue reading