I drive down the street and see a sign with golden arches and a jolly, redheaded clown.  Immediately, my mind recalls the last time I chucked a chicken nugget into my mouth.  I remember how my baby girl leapt in the womb when I shoved a fistful of French fries down my esophagus.  And, almost […]

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Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary

“My grandma has a shrine to Mary in her bedroom,” my friend divulged over dinner. His maternal grandmother had been raised Catholic in a Mexican culture, and because of her Catholic roots, she worshiped Mary – or so this friend implied.  I could tell that this man, a passionate follower of Christ, loved his grandmother […]

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