I loved every second of Catholic church. I loved the sickly sweet rotting-pomegranate smells of the incense. I loved the overwrought altar, the birdbath of holy water, the votive candles; I loved that there was a poor box, the stations of the cross rendered in stained glass on the windows.
“Stem cell research holds out the promise of finding cures and treatments for a wide range of diseases.”
“The refusal to acknowledge the scientific value of embryonic stem cell research is one more tragic misstep.”