I am old enough to remember Holy Mother Church before the false council. I was in seventh grade when the Novus Ordo, or the NO, as I like to call it, otherwise known as the Novus Disorder took hold. We were ushered into it’s vortex of progressive spiritual entropy by the good nuns of the saintly Elizabeth Bailey Seaton. These… (more…)
For those who, like me come from a dysfunctional family, (we put the fun in dysfunctional. Our sense of humor, which is genetic if it is anything, was our saving grace; that and grace itself!)- friends are all the more important. In fact, they become our family of choice. They become the manifestation of the consolation of God. The best… (more…)
