Behold the Handmaiden of the Lord

Comparing my grandmother to Mary

Jennifer Furner
Nov 5 · 3 min read
Photo by Mateus Campos Felipe on Unsplash

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…

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Jennifer Furner

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Essayist writing about writing, motherhood, and the 30-something experience. Michigander through and through.

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