05/13/2008
Priestly Celibacy Update
As a woman who was once very much in love with a Catholic priest and who wanted to marry him, anything that can help do away with Priestly Celibacy is welcome. I am also completing the screenplay based on my novel Different Flags. DF narrates my feelings as a woman in love with a priest. Eugenia Renskoff
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05/10/2008
Married Priests
I wasn't there at the Married Priests Now! convention last summer, but if a woman loves a man and understands his priestly calling, she'd be an asset. She'd love to be involved in the activities having to do with the parish. Maybe in these modern times that woman would not be easy to find, but she is out there. More like her are, too. Eugenia Renskoff
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02/16/2008
Different Flags excerpt
I see the writing on the wall. No, Argentina has not really worked out for me. In spite of my Tia, whom I love very much, in spite of the adventure that being here has signified for me, I feel that it is practically over. There is no Plan B, nothing to fall back on. And yet I must make a decision. Something in my circumstances must change because everything else is changing. It has changed and I feel like a fool for not changing with them. Maybe this awareness means a change. Maybe it is part of my transformation and I am still growing up. I am not even trying to think of Luis. He is and always will be important, but he is not here with me. He is not sharing my life and I am not sharing his. It's that simple.
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02/04/2008
Different Flags Revisited
Years ago I fell in love with a young Catholic priest. I was young and had never been in love before. He was a friend of the family and lived 3 blocks from my aunt’s house in Greater Buenos Aires. I believe he loved me too and that for him, it was a great inner struggle. I know that because I knew him well and because I was struggling myself. It’s not that I wanted to have an affair with him. No. I wanted to marry him and help him with his duties.
Should I run away from this love? Could my aunt and I move somewhere else so I wouldn’t feel what I was feeling? It didn't feel like a sin. I tried to pay no attention to people when they said that loving a priest was evil because that was tempting him away from his vocation.
We had to move anyway because she was being evicted. But I didn’t want to leave him.
My aunt and I finally went to another neighborhood and it broke my heart. I have never forgotten him.
I came back to the US. Everything was changed. I was a new person, less naive, more mature. I had learned how hard life could be. A woman's choices, my choices, sometimes weren't all that good.
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