Conversations With My Children

I was spring cleaning and stopped. My mother had called to say there was white smoke coming from the Vatican. I turned on the news and sat to watch. We are practicing Catholics, and at some point we’ll stop practicing and do it for real. In the meantime, I watched with excitement as the crowds gathered in St. Peter’s Square, goosies appearing all over my arms as I couldn’t help but get into the spirit. Who would be the new [...]