[Sacajaweau]

My brother was an altar boy. I could do everything....fish, pick worms, deliver newspapers, climb fences....but alas...no such thing as an altar girl.

I went to mass every day and occasionally, just stopped for a visit.

I was determined...and on one visit...when no one was around...I jumped the rail, knelt respectively and rang those bells.

Hopped back over the railing...and left...

I'm sure God got a good laugh out of it.

[ebb tide]

So why don’t you become a womyn “priestess”, since you feel so equal?