I Take the Saints With Me
Growing up, church was… interminably slow. Not bad, just slow. Like the waving of a cardboard fan in the hands of a church mother, it was steady and sure, and […]
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For St. Margaret and All the Forgotten Women
For the past four years, I have been staring at this image of St. Margaret of Antioch. It hangs on the wall of a church called by her name, where […]
Meeting the Saints, or The Power of Saintly Kitsch
I have never been a person with a lot of idols. I don’t mean the golden calf variety. I mean the role model sort. There are lots of women I […]
