To know me is to know that I’m not the holiest of the holy ones. Yet, I’m a good and decent person. I don’t intentionally say or do hurtful things. And I live my life with oh-so-much good Catholic guilt (despite being a life-long Protestant).  I’m not sure when I caught the guilt virus. But I’m suspecting it was when I went to a wedding in my early 20s and blatantly defied the priest by taking communion as a non-Catholic. The act itself caused me no remorse, but when the couple divorced a few years later, I wondered if, perhaps, […]