Another Duty Station, Another Failed Mass

When we lived in Hawaii, my son and I were multiple-times-a-week Mass attendees.  It was a nice, calming habit we got accustomed to, and I noticed my son would sit on Sundays through Mass with no difficulty. We then moved to Virginia, where we were unceremoniously welcomed by the priest (read: asked to leave Mass three … Continue reading Another Duty Station, Another Failed Mass