The ghost ships that surround us
A few weeks ago, my husband asked me if I’d seriously considered religious life before I met him. I responded, only half joking, that it wasn’t until after I had kids that I started to wonder if I might have been better suited to the silence of a contemplative order of nuns. The conversation was in jest, but I started to think about how radically differ…
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