It was winter January 1991, and the sound of the school bell rang throughout the quads signaling to us that we had five minutes to get to class, but I stood motionless as kids hurried past my boyfriend and me. “Just think about it okay? we can talk later,” he said as he rushed off… Read More It was never an option
Yesterday I attended a wake service for a neighbor of ours. My husband has known this family for years and wanted to pay his respects. The service was to be held at a Catholic church. Super. I hadn’t set foot in a Catholic church in over a decade. I never thought that I would now… Read More Thankful To Be An Outsider, now.
As a young girl growing up Catholic I remember asking my mother (and Catholic school teachers) many times what the purpose was behind getting ashes placed on our forehead on Ash Wednesday. The answer I always received was, “It’s tradition, it’s what we do.” This was the same response that I received to many of… Read More But, it’s tradition
Flawed and Faithful 