When I was young, we sometimes visited my great-grandmother (GG) who lived in a Catholic nursing home in Washington D.C. As a protestant kid, Catholicism seemed like a different kind of world; the prayers, the nuns and priests, the crucifixes decorating all the walls, the sacramental wine (instead of grape juice). The nuns allowed us to stay on site in …
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