1970s, 7/6/2022 – Prompt, Rainy days to me are…
…a pleasant memory. I grew up fertilized by rain. Not rain so much, as in a downpour that strips the paint off your car, but as water in the sky, and maybe falling from the sky. In…
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Catholics and secreting away to Mass
I continued to read Catholic theology, and I still think something wonderful happens at Mass, something quiet, without words, something that slips in between prayers when you’re not expecting it.…