Good Wednesday morning, Peeps! Well looky-here… I can’t very well not participate in Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers when she uses my pic now, can I? So, I am. And you can too, if you wish. Just click on the frog below and add the link to your own 100-word story… it’s fun, g’head!
Other than weddings, funerals, the occasional baptism and a midnight mass or two to please Mémère, we didn’t go to church. My mother was pretty much done with it and nuns yet she made us do the Catholic rituals of first communion and confirmation. I don’t even remember if I ever went to confession. No matter, I’m a remarried widowed divorcée, not sure I’m even allowed to partake now, anyhow.
As for prayer, never was one much for that, either. Anne Lamott’s “Help Thanks Wow” made me realise that when I chat with the Universe? It’s kinda like a prayer.