A Little Less of Them

A few things that seem self-evident about me – that I was raised Roman Catholic; that I left the Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church as a young adult; and that I remain as culturally Catholic today as I was when I wore a plaid jumper to St. Catherine’s parochial school – are not equally obvious to everyone else. I learned this most vividly when I was a seminarian at an interdenominational divinity school, in a conversation with two Episcopalians in the theological library, one of whom was known to me and another of whom was unknown. I said something off-handed about my “clearly” being a former Catholic and was startled by the unknown Episcopalian’s response. “Why clearly?” he asked. Continue reading

Lucky Like Turtles

Last weekend, when my husband and I were driving to a quiet country retreat upstate, we saw a small turtle crossing the road. This is not a joke, because our car swerved wildly to miss it. Immediately afterwards, my husband – the driver – apologized. “I know you’re not supposed to swerve,” he said. “I should not have done that. We’re lucky the road was empty.”

My reply? “I do not have a good feeling about that turtle.” Continue reading