The post-World War II family in which I grew up marked the months and minutes of the years with the rituals and disciplines of Irish Catholic fundamentalism. In plaid school uniforms we sang the call-and-response of morning Mass in Latin. We received the sacraments, made novenas, genuflected for the Stations of the Cross and ate fish sticks on Fridays. On the way to Saturday … [Read more...] about Radiant Light