My monsignor uncle, Fr. Jack, and Aunt Gert, his sister, were something of a cliché in the Irish-Catholic universe in which I grew up: the unmarried sister who serves the priest brother, in this case as his live-in cook. The reality of their relationship was, however, complex, and its impact on me was life-changing. During a pivotal time, Fr. Jack, Aunt Gert, and the others wh (...)
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