Deacon-stucting: A Devotion to the Little Flower
A month ago, at age 82, my mother died.
As much as I know that my mom was a woman of deep faith and belief in Eternal Life, I’m finding it hard. I’m usually OK, until someone asks me how I am.
My mom was also a public figure. She was a ballet dancer and teacher. She was well-traveled and well-read. She was a strong-willed woman and I remember thinking as a kid that she was one of the smartest people I knew.
When my mom was younger she danced with the National Ballet of Canada. In 1958, she was interviewed by the