I moved to Astoria on a February day, when the daffodils were in full bloom and the snow was on the red, red roses. I didn't need a green thumb to figure out what had been staring me in the face: These flowers were fakes.
How overwhelming the first Christmas must have been for Mary and Joseph. Few things can provoke such intense worry as a newborn child. But few things promise such unreasonable hope, such unexpected change and such unbounded joy.
Scared child. Proud parent. Beloved icon. Soul sister. In her startlingly beautiful new book, author Judith Dupre uses each of these phrases to describe the Virgin Mary. It is the last -- "soul sister" -- that sparked my imagination.