My religious background was Roman Catholic—I would even say that my family was devout. My brother was an altar boy and my mother hosted the “block” rosary that was so popular in the 1950’s. My parents and I attended the “Sorrowful Mother Novena” at the parish church almost every Friday evening. My mother and I made capes for the statue of the Infant of Prague, always asking for a favor in return. We went to Sunday mass faithfully unless we were ill. My first husband’s cousin was a religious brother in the “Precious Blood Seminary.

“And every priest standeth daily ministering and offering oftentimes the same sacrifices, which can never take away sins” (Hebrews 10:11).