The Courageous, True Story of a Little Girl, Her Daddy and a Bad Priest

So… What should Mom and Dad have done differently? I will weigh in later so my ideas don’t poison the well.

It was 1963 and I had just turned twelve.

I’d gotten my period a year before and was developing faster than most girls in my class. Where they were still short, rosy-cheeked, and flat-chested, I was six inches taller, growing into a B-cup, and getting acne. It was an awkward, confusing time for me.

Sadly, my mother was pre-occupied with her newest baby and my other eight siblings. Dad was mostly at work trying to make enough money to keep us all in parochial schools. I often felt alone and—like most kids that age–unable to share my feelings with my parents. Thank God for Celestine, our full-time housekeeper who was a sweet, second mother to me. She’d watched us kids outside playing and heard some of the neighborhood kids making comments. She promptly dragged me down to the five-and-dime to buy me my first bra.

“We don’t need those nasty boys looking down your blouse,” I remember her saying.

I know she was trying to protect me, but somehow, I got the message that there was something shameful about me in the word nasty and the fact that I had breasts.

Nonetheless, I knew I was “becoming a woman” and it was (for vague reasons) something special that should be celebrated, and something precious that should be safeguarded. I just wished I’d had an older sister or someone to

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De Persona In Se Induens

Imagine being so out of touch with the people you ‘serve’ that you think this is a good vocational tool. While Pittsburgh has one of the worst track records in the US for recruiting, training and retaining manly, orthodox men to the Priesthood, seminaries like those operated by the SSPX, where men live an ascetic life and engage in prayer, study and work, are full. (There may be other seminaries that are full of orthodox, masculine men, I just don’t know of them.)

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