Behold the Handmaiden of the Lord
Comparing my grandmother to Mary
Nov 5 · 3 min read
My grandmother is a saint, at least that’s what Father John called her, and he should know, even if he did drink and smoke and curse like a sailor. She did, after all, raise five children in a house built only for two, cooked all their meals, made sure they said their prayers. She raised them in the Catholic Church, raised them to be altar servers…


