It is a Sunday morning in 1992, and I am 10 years old and visiting relatives in the Midwest. We head to church, pile into a pew, sit, stand and then sing the entrance hymn at Mass. I happen to look up ...
It is a Sunday morning in 1992, and I am ten years old and visiting relatives in the midwest. We head to church, pile into a pew, sit, stand and then sing the entrance hymn at Mass. I happen to look ...
Twelve-year-old Katie spills out of the car, all 4-foot-7 of her, and walks to the side entrance of the imposing Cathedral of Mary Our Queen in north Baltimore. She passes under the “Maria Immaculata” ...