For as long as I can remember, St Joseph’s Center has been a part of my life. Literally some of my first memories are from the St. Joe’s Festival (then, the “St Joe’s Fair”) in the parking lot of the Adams Ave campus. The whole parking lot is on a slope, so it’s amazing a …
It’s not a secret that our relationship is something for the ages. The memories flood my brain the way tears are flooding my eyes. A teacher reading the last line of a retreat letter you wrote to me, “How did I get so lucky [to be your dad]?” I remember it like it has just …