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February 28, 2013

The next best thing to sitting next to my husband at Mass is our drive home. We typically chat about the usual stuff: our breakfast plans, our Sunday to-do list, and, of course, how cute our grandbaby Gemma Rose is. Then we'll have a conversation about Mass—more often than not we talk about the homily, then maybe we'll discuss the music, and so on. It's a sweet exchange.

But it wasn't always like this. For many years my car ride to and from church was a lonely ride. It was just me and...