Margaret Laureys

F.I.S.H
by
Maggi Laureys

A lot of people came and went through our kitchen but Mom almost never left it. My father, whose own headquarters were at the bar, called Mom “The General” and the kitchen was her command center. She cooked, sewed, d…[Read more]

F.I.S.H
by
Maggi Laureys

A lot of people came and went through our kitchen but Mom almost never left it. My father, whose own headquarters were at the bar, called Mom “The General” and the kitchen was her command center. She cooked, sewed, d…[Read more]

I stood in line at a convenience store watching two adorable boys of about seven run back and forth from the candy aisle to the woman in front of me pleading, to no avail, “What about this? Can we have this?” Apparently, one boy was the son and the other his friend. They wore Catholic School uniforms which, in my eyes, added to their charm. As I l…[Read more]