I am not Catholic, but often find myself at a Friday morning mass looking for peace or some word…mostly, to be close to my Grandma, who has lived in heaven for some time. I carry her little pink rosary when I go– it’s like a talisman against all my doubts and fear. When I start panicking that “Omg, I’m in church! I don’t know if I even believe in God!,” I run my fingers over the tiny pink beads and the face of the Blessed Virgin, and hear Grandma’s voice telling me to just sit. Be quiet. Escucha a tu Corazon…Listen to your heart. Read more…