Story Keeper. Seeker of justice, healing and hope in a broken world.
I cry everytime I take communion. Every. Single. Time. This is not true of me growing up. I was a good little Catholic school girl who grew up knowing the words to Hail Mary before I knew what the constitution was. Every Wednesday we went to Mass before school in our little plaid skirts,…
When my oldest daughter was in second grade a student in her class pulled a knife on the teacher. I was young and scared. And that is how I reacted: scared. I pulled her from the school and enrolled her younger sister and her into a private Lutheran school we could not afford. We ate…