On my first visit to NYC, I was riding the train and feeling *really* fancy. I was with a group of people from my school. Everything is going fine, when a couple gets on the train. The woman was carrying LOTS of plastic bags filled with LOTS of things stuffed inside, and all of them tied up with multiple knots.…

Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo Anaya is a beautiful, beautiful book. It will speak to her soul.

I don’t know, I find the rosary kind of comforting. I’m a (very) lapsed Catholic, but anytime someone close to me passes, I go to the rosary. I figure it can’t hurt?