To have known Dorothy Day, as her granddaughter Kate Hennessy has said, “means spending the rest of your life wondering what hit you.” That is certainly the case for me.
I first met Dorothy Day in the summer of 1975, when I was nineteen. I had dropped out of college and made my way to St. Joseph’s House,...
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