Category: Religion

My Catholic conscience

I feel too tall when we all stand up. I wish I hadn’t worn low-heeled boots. There’s a sea of white and balding heads, and then me — looming over everyone, awkwardly clasping my hands and murmuring along when I can. We’re back at…

A leap of faith

I almost didn’t go. I had rushed around for an hour getting myself and the kids all dressed up, and making sure we all ate breakfast and brushed our teeth. My makeup and hair were done. I’d switched most of the junk in my…

Going back

C was baptized on Sunday, at three months old. D was also baptized when he was three months old. But other than those occassions — and a few token Sundays leading up to them — as well as major religious holidays, Darling Husband and…