I haven’t been Catholic since I was maybe six years old. My mom, Philomena Carryl Lomena (and yes, I know it’s weird that a woman named Philomena managed to find a husband whose surname was Lomena) was an Anglican when she came to the U.S. And my father, Sebastien Ibeke Lomena, her Congolese boo thang, was Catholic. He won the day, for a while, when she…
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