I’m afraid, but not of the virus. Frankly, I’m afraid of what I will see, of what I will hear when I get there and step inside the church.
Where else would we have listened to each other this way? Not online these days. Not at a school board meeting. Not at a political debate. Not at a family gathering. Not even in church.
I have found that there’s more to life than work. That I am replaceable in my job but urgently needed in other roles and relationships in my life.
The ever-present political talk of who is a good enough Catholic, or who should or should not receive Communion, hits close to home.
Sex with someone you know and love is deeply satisfying. At our age it may not be as athletic or as frequent, but it is fulfilling. It is affirming. And it is fun.