Why I (try to) Veil.

It’s one of those early memories. Those that remain gilded by the golden blur of nostalgia. I was a young girl, crammed into a pew with strangers. I was in a large church, lulled by a foreign language floating in the distance, and a fervent fragrance. With little understanding of the Latin mass, and the … Continue reading Why I (try to) Veil.

St. Philomena, A lesson in Discretion.

Like many Catholics, I had a vague acquaintance with this little saint. Saint Philomena was catalogued as one of those early-church saints, tucked into a closet in the backlogs of my memory. Oh those elusive early-church saints, the ones whose dates are just educated guesses. The ones that are almost always martyred by some horrific … Continue reading St. Philomena, A lesson in Discretion.