Throw-back Thursday! I wrote this piece a few years ago when I took my son (then age 5) to a Catholic Church for the first time. Since communion season is now upon us, I thought you all might enjoy this read: Do you take your kids to church? Did you go to church growing up? I grew up Catholic but that didn’t mean we went to church. We were those “holiday Catholics,” also known as Creasters or CEOs. Regardless, religion played a large role in my upbringing. My grandfather was a Eucharistic minister and Grand Puba of the Knight’s of Columbus. I received my first communion, was confirmed with the name “Rebecca” (oblivious to the fact that Rebecca is a traditionally a Jewish name – should have been a sign) and my first marriage was conducted by a Catholic priest. I never intentionally ate meat on a Friday during lent, though I was known to forget occasionally…but only with chicken, I swear! At some point, however, the Catholic Church and I had a mutual break-up. They no longer wanted me due to the fact that I got divorced and had broken every commandment. (Hey, don’t judge me; you probably have too. Read the fine print!). I, in turn, no longer wanted them. Between the sex abuse scandal, the opposition to … Read More