who loved my parents and welcomed me into the world, even if the circumstances were not what anybody wanted, or entirely in keeping with the way they raised their children.
They were not the first to do such a thing, nor will they be the last, but they are no less special because of that.
At least they didn't have to do so under the predatory eyes of the mass media.
The social, cultural, spiritual, political, academic, and literary rantings of a slightly strange Catholic English teacher.
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