When I was a child, I thought that my friend's father genuflected to apologize for being late for church. When I was grown, a Catholic friend of mine said, “No, he was apologizing for being born.”
latin prayers mingle
with the incense
I'm older than Vatican II.
My stepmother was a nun for 17 years. She left the church because
she was disciplined for working with the Black Panthers to provide
hot breakfast for Oakland ghetto children. A retired first grade
teacher, she now works as a consultant to help schools teach English
to the many California pupils who speak another language at home.
guns and rosaries
scrambled eggs bring a smile
to the child's face
1 May 2003