A Lenten Reflection
I apologize for the delay in posting – personal and professional business has been intense in the past two months! I have been meaning to continue the discussion in the post below, but have been too busy to organize the thoughts for it. Writing a dissertation is like entering into a huge fog from which you are not sure you will emerge (it never lifts – it’s waiting to envelop every unsuspecting person who goes to grad school). Excitatory and inhibitory neurotransmission between the prefrontal cortex and basolateral amygdala in response to cues haunts my life right now, and I need positive thoughts and good memories at this time. So instead of a ridiculously long post on the Catholic experience in 2007, I’ll stick my head out a bit and post a reflection on my hometown.
Recently, PBS’ American Experience aired a two hour documentary on
My parents are from towns north of
And then there are the churches.
At least, that’s the way I remember it, having left the
But let me assure you, if you haven’t experienced it yourself: nothing is as sharp of a contrast as going from the Carnival season in
That’s one of the many things growing up in