I thought our friends and family would enjoy the story about
Cilla and Fr. Barryfitzgerald and I’d get some catharsis, but it snowballed or
mushroomed or exploded or whatever. It
had everything -- a spunky child, a mean
priest, feminism, theology, and Lesbians.
The paper was flooded with letters and emails.
Then other papers, especially the tabloids, picked it up.
The headlines were very creative, “Right Back at You, Father!” “Gay Grandma Not Going to Hell”, “Christian
Mom Forgives Priest. Really?” The more serious papers wrote editorials
about the decline of religion and the decay of the church and permissive
parenting. I kept cutting things out for
the scrapbook.
Saturday Night Live gave me the “Too Much Information”
award. Ed said we could put it on the
mantel. I don’t think they really send
you anything, though.
We even got some mentions in other blogs: Bad Catholic, Woodstock Churchlady, Telling Secrets, and Clergy
Confidential.
I was afraid the kids would get flack at school, but thanks
to the decline of religion and decay of the church, the other children really
didn’t care. I was afraid it would spoil
Cilla’s friendship with Veronica, but Veronica said that nobody liked Father
Barryfitzgerald anyway and my friend Angela told me that he was always drunk at
the Christmas Eve Mass.
Things eventually calmed down. After all, slow news seasons don’t last
forever.
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