"My child, my child," he says sadly. "Maybe Jussy's decided to be vegetarian like me." ." Another fine mess you've gotten us into. It's a Jewish club, but the dinner buffet's always piled high with shrimp and lobster, and other stuff the Torah says Jewish people aren't supposed to eat because it's not kosher. But Dad just sat there eating. Shining the flashlight on it, I read: Secretly, in her closet, she confesses to Father Ted (a teddy bear) and takes Communion (matzo and grape juice).
Helena looks up from the lettuce leaf that she toys with on her plate, and gives my mother a sympathetic glance. Eleven-year-old Justine pours her heart out to her teddy bear, “Father Ted,” in a homemade closet confessional.
Right away, I knew I'd made a mistake.
But I figure Mary is going to know who I'm talking about since he's the fruit of her womb, so I continue. Open up! I have problems with the "Mother of God" part, too.
She's given up chocolate for Lent. 9-12)
I looked to my father, hoping for some support, because even though we don't keep kosher in our house (much to Bubbe's dismay), he at least was brought up that way. And that's only naming a few.
She looks at me and smirks. Nope, I can't be Hindu. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
But when Justine’s beloved Bubbe suffers a stroke, Justine worries that her religious exploration is responsible. "We're studying English history," I lie. Grandpa Leo nodded his head in agreement as he bit into a lobster tail.
And meditate on your actions," he tells me. There are a lot of cool things about Hinduism and Buddhism. "What kind of mishegas are you talking now, Justine?" Justine had a friend named Mary Catherine, who was Catholic and who gave up chocolate for Lent.
I seem to be a master chef for that kind of recipe.
I stumble again. He rattles on the door handle, as if by some magic or the brute strength of his eight-year-old hands, the door will suddenly go open sesame. But apples aren't supposed to like worms, and Mac ... young ottermaid touched by the paw of destiny, embarks on a journey to the mysterious Green Isle, where she joins a band of outlaw otters ...
is, uh . Christian groups worldwide. "Uh, Jussy .
Confession is the reason I'm sitting on the floor of my closet. I ask in my deep Father Ted voice. visit to the eye doctor produces devastating news: Natalie will lose her sight within a few short months.Suddenly her world is turned upside down. So I've given up being Jewish. Book Trailer for Sarah Darer Littman's Confessions of a Closet Catholic. I imagine finding the Top Secret Formula in time to Rule the World and defeat Hitler. of life for Hutch—not only is his hero, Derek Jeter, a shortstop, but so was his father, a former local legend turned pro. about everything related to the fifth grade.
He tells me to go to my room with no dessert. I've just finished confessing, and within minutes of leaving my closet confessional I'm already lying. I got the short, brown, and dumpy genes. I put on the necklace, and feel a familiar pang of guilt. Reading Confessions of a Closet Catholic was an easy read.
It gets me in the mood to confess. I rip it off my head and stuff it into the pocket of my skirt.