Cradle Catholic

by Susie Lloyd When I was 8 days old, my parents carried me to the baptismal font and gave me the gift of faith by proxy. Nobody asked me first. My godparents were my oldest brother Jon and my grandmother. It was their job to recite my…

The broad cobblestoned street curved as you climbed, so I didn’t see the convent until I was standing before its huge iron gates. Its massive bulk loomed like a castle. Going to college in Rome felt grown up until the first time I went…