A Single Word From the Pope Captures Attention Across the United States

For five years, I carried that grief like a quiet scar beneath my skin. It was not the kind of grief that screamed or demanded attention; it didn’t knock on doors with visible tears or shake me awake in the dead of night. Instead, it lived in the pauses, in the spaces between breaths, in the quiet moments when no one else was watching. It followed me like a shadow I could never quite shake. I carried it while brushing my teeth, folding laundry, walking through grocery store aisles. Every time… CONTINUE READING…