By guest blogger Kevin Considine
It is not easy to write about Dorothy Day. Gallons of ink have been spilled discussing her life and legacy. At this point, describing her as an inspirational Catholic woman has almost become trite. Hasn’t enough already been written? What about other women, such as Dolores Huerta, Kateri Tekakwitha, Sor Juana de la Cruz, St. Katherine Drexel, and many others? That’s not to mention the countless unsung heroines who work tirelessly to imitate Christ in their work and lives.
In the first installment of our special feature on "church ladies," Catholic women who inspire our faith, Emily Dagostino recounts her fourth grade teacher.
By guest blogger Emily Dagostino.
She wore glasses over ice-blue Irish eyes, and her skin wore the look and feel of clotted cream. Her head was a small white cap atop a fleshy body. She held her still hands folded, one inside the other, in front of her belly. She carried herself and her baby-powder scent in striped button-down shirts and long straight skirts, stockings, and taupe rubber-soled loafers.
In a weird confluence, the 100th International Women’s Day falls on Mardi Gras this year. We editors realized this as we ate punchkis together and titled our upcoming interview with anthropologist and former Ambassador Akbar Ahmed, on his study of American Muslims.
While we may be embracing the “fat” of “fat” Tuesday in our office, Mardi Gras has come to mean something completely different in American culture: getting drunk and flaunting sexuality, devoid of the fasting that follows.
A quick thanks to all the women who contributed guest blog post on our prompt: "How do you keep the faith as a woman in the church?"
The response was tremendous, and we look forward to continuing to hear from you in our comments and in future guest blog post opportunities. We had women from their 20s to their 80s contributing—some of them cradle Catholics and others who joined the church later in life. Everyone from people without parish homes to nuns—mothers, ministers, theologians, writers, readers—shared their perspectives.
A former agnostic still has hesitations about the church, though it helped lead her to belief.
A young woman’s admiration for those who care for the church set her ambitions as a Catholic.
I want to grow up to be a parish lady, but I have to be at least 60 for that job or my hair has to have turned white or I have to have at least four children. I’m pretty sure that’s what the job application specifies. Should I apply to be one today, they will likely turn me away, tell me I am not dressing the right way just yet, tell me to come back when I have more children, or tell me to maybe find a small group of young contemporaries to do a Bible Study.