6/21/2005 | Share this article: View Commentssent in by Claywise
My story is frankly a lot less fascinating than that of many posters here. But I have finally decided to lay it out.
We went to Catholic Church when I was a kid. I went to CCD -- got in trouble once for swiping unconsecrated Communion hosts with a friend! -- but my father was more or less an agnostic who had himself thrown off his Catholic straightjacket and only went to church on holidays to please my mother. My mom was never a radical, or hard core, but she went to church because, well, that's what nice American families did.
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