It was a day of love and laughter at the local church, a day where couples young and old congregated to renew their wedding vows. I found myself sitting close to the front, absorbing the ambient joy and reverent love radiating from everyone around me. The quaint little church was brimming with a sense of unity and delight. Soft murmurs of excitement created a gentle hum around the hall. In the row directly in front of me, a little boy... Read more
Growing up, my best friend and I were woven into a tapestry of Catholic traditions. Nestled between fervent prayers and earnest whispers to the heavens, our childhood was marked by a profound bond with our faith. The ritual of praying together wasn’t a strange or unusual act; it was just another layer of our friendship.We’d often gather around tiny figurines or Virgin Mary nightlights scattered around our homes, uttering prayers with an innocence only children possess. This ritual evolved with... Read more
My name is Tracey Maria. The origins of my name have always been a point of interest for many, mostly because it wasn’t inspired by a Catholic saint as was common in my hometown. Instead, its origin is endearing, if not a tad comical. The story goes like this: my elder brother, during his third-grade days, had taken a fancy to a young girl named Tracey. Smitten and hopeful, he pleaded with my parents to let him have the... Read more
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