It is Father’s Day. For me, this is a day to be grateful for my father, for all he did for me, my mother and my brothers and sisters. I am grateful for how he went to work every day, came home every night, and stayed married to my mother for a lifetime.
Most of all, I am grateful to him for my faith. It was his simple yet profound faith that gave me a Catholic girlhood, which is the foundation of
I’m the bundle in my daddy’s arms, next to my mom. Those are my two big brothers, Joey and Jerry, and my godparents and their daughter.
who I am today. I cannot hear the hymn “Faith of Our Fathers,” (often played at our parish on Father’s Day) without tearing up.
At the same time, I think of my young friends who have no relationships with their fathers, such as my young friend Alana. She is the Foundress of the Anonymous Us Project. Alana was donor conceived. She never knew Read more…