Looking ahead
By: Joseph J. Mazzella When I was a young boy our whole family lived in my Nana’s old house right...
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A pint of blood
By: Joseph J. Mazzella I was sitting at a table eating a chicken salad sandwich. I wasn’t really hungry but...
Read moreSaved by beauty
By: Joseph J. Mazzella A dear friend sent me a letter and handmade card in the mail today. On the...
Read moreMessengers of light
By: Joseph J. Mazzella It was a dark, overcast night. Thick, dark, gray clouds had made sure that there was...
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