Messages from the Dead, Missed Signals from the Living
The night of the spiritualist messaging service was the beginning of the end of my marriage.
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It’s been more than four years since my husband announced he was in love with my friend and no longer wanted to be married to me.
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My earlier, naïve idea of Catholicism was shaped by an elevation of the priesthood. I did not see the sacramental worth in love, family, everyday life.
I try to use my master’s thesis as a way to find myself in women’s writing—the mystics, Flannery—but, ultimately, I fail.