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He saves, he hoards, he gloats over his cache of candy: my grandson, Tyler the Tightwad. He's never heard of Silas Marner or Shylock or any of those other renowned [...]

That's a good question. How tell? Lovers, maybe, mostly apprehensive or disappointed ones? His namesakes, who regard him as their patron? St. Valentine is invoked on Feb. 14 each year, [...]

I SAT OUT BACK with the newspaper early one summer morning, reading about current events. Most stories dealt with death and destruction. Headlined were such vices as avarice, adultery, casual [...]

HOW MANY TIMES have I uttered those words, sung those jubilant words at Mass, and paid scant heed to their meaning? I'm a poor singer, so mostly I just fake [...]

I AM A SLOTHFUL PRAY-ER. At Mass I pray standing up, kneeling or sitting along with the flock. But at home I seem to pray more earnestly--in a prone position. [...]

I came home from my 50th high school class reunion still humming that dear old song. 'School-Days.' My grandsons happened to be visiting, and the older one, aged 16, wanted [...]

I'm not one for checking out burial grounds, but at least once a year I make a conscious effort to visit the graves of my parents. Last year, as I [...]

THE GREAT BRANCHES sway majestically. Their spines are flat, like magnified Palm Sunday handouts. Their fronds have parallel veined leaves. How do they tolerate the constant buffeting of tropic winds [...]

ALMA ROBERTS GIORDAN is an occasional contributor from Watertown, Conn. Her most recent essay was 'It Used to Be Called Armistice Day' (11/7). THE LOOT SPILLING out of my grandson's [...]

ALMA ROBERTS GIORDAN is an occasional contributor from Watertown, Conn. Her most recent essay was 'What This Old Hand Knows' (10/3). 'PEACE CAME 11 minutes after 11 A.M. on the [...]

ALMA ROBERTS GIORDAN of Watertown, Conn., is an occasional contributor, whose most recent essay for America was 'Translating 'School Days'' (3/28). MY HUSBAND of 55 years kissed my hand. I [...]

`God is Good. My mother told me so.' 'That was the beginning line of a poem I memorized out of a Catholic school reader many years ago. I never forgot [...]

WITH MY TWO GRANDSONS I embarked on the other evening. Just as copse onto the path, we were overtaken by a lively black dog. Recognizing Jetty, a neighbor's pet, we [...]

While browsing along the banks of my neighborhood brook I knew a sadness. How often as a child I'd follow this path on tremendously important adventures. (Once I'd even sighted [...]

Discusses what the music recording `School Days' wants to imply. How youth of the 1990s differs from the youth of the 1930s.

Recounts the author's experience on a memorial visit to Mount St. James Cemetery. Description of the burial grounds; Family background; Personal memories; Details.

Presents the poem "As We Forgive --," by Alma Roberts Giordan. First Line: To ask forgiveness is not; Last Line: heart.

The article presents the poem "School Bound," by Alma Roberts Giordan. First Line: The little red kerchief; Last Line: Holding my heart.

The article presents the poem "New Home," by Alma Roberts Giordan. First Line: Let us grow here and only tall; Last Line: seasons pass.

The article presents the poem "Reflections On Her Ninth Birthday," by Alma Roberts Giordan. First Line: Easier to keep the earth from; Last Line: And love grows sage in me.

The article presents the poem "After Winter Drought," by Alma Roberts Giordan. First Line: And the rain came, the beautiful; Last Line: her child.

The article presents the poem "Comeback," by Alma Roberts Giordan. First Line: Here it comes back. After the; Last Line: honor—but grass is undying.

The article presents the poem "Slowly the Grapevine," by Alma Roberts Giordan. First Line: Slowly the grapevine bears its tight pink buds, Last Line: And breathless sat the audience, keyed and waiting.