A Lapsed Catholic

By Every Family's Got One Founder -- Barbara Herel I was 13. Waiting anxiously in a long line of Catholic parishioners. Thinking that with each echo-y footstep, I was getting closer and closer to the ornate confessional box. Finally, it was my turn to part the heavy crimson curtain and go inside. In the darkness of the confessional, I knelt down on the padded kneeler and faced the wooden window. It quickly slid open with a small thud, revealing a grated metal screen... And the Catholic priest. I’ve seen this whitehaired priest before, but I don’t know his name. Going to confession [...]