Finding My Faith

How caring for my dying child carved a path to wonder, God, and the afterlife

Photo by Michael L on Unsplash

When I was eight years old, I kicked a nun. To be fair, she was chasing my best friend, Mike, around a classroom trying to whack him with her cane. To be fair to the nun, Mike and I were doing our damnedest to make the first communion classes she taught at All Saints Catholic Church a living hell. We…