Amy Morris-Young lives in the San Juan Islands with husband Dan Morris-Young and son Nick. Dan and Amy have a combined family of six kids and eight grandkids, the youngest of whom made her a Nonna. Amy is a product of 16 years of Catholic education, culminating at Loyola Marymount University in Los Angeles. She is one of those bleeding-heart liberal Catholics. It is in her DNA to bring you lasagna when you are sick.
This past weekend marked three years since my Mom passed away. A gift from my stepdaughter, a Christmas cactus, has evolved into a metaphor for my relationship with my Mom.
Column: I try to do what I can when I can for those I perceive as vulnerable and dehumanized. I go to Mass. I pray. I donate some money. I donate some stuff. I sign some petitions. I share information on social media. I vote. But I truly fear it will be not enough.
I heartily joined conversations with others of my generation who discreetly pointed and scoffed at younger folks in restaurants who seemed to focus on their cell phones at the expense of conversing with each other. And then, because it was totally different, I would reach into my purse and show my dinner companions the most recent photos of my grandkids.
Now, I fancy myself a pretty calm gal. But I dare anyone to drive two-hours-plus, each way, in gnarly urban traffic and stay completely One With Rama. I started out each day with the best intentions and love for my fellow man. But, dang!