Dorothy Cummings McLean on the Peterborough religious freedom case

At the Catholic Register, she writes:

“How are you?” she demanded. “What have you been doing?”

“Great,” I said. “I’ve been doing married lady stuff. Shopping for food and cooking and washing the dishes and doing the laundry. I write a lot. And, of course, I am totally obsessed with the Corcoran scandal.”

“What’s that?” she said, and I felt annoyed that my friends don’t all read The Catholic Register, eager for the latest column by their absent pal.

“The Corcoran scandal,” I began. “Oh dear. Mark has stuck his fingers in his ears. I’ve talked too much about it. Night and day, Corcoran, Corcoran!”

“What happened?” asked my uninformed friend.

“It’s all very sad,” I said. “I’m not sure which is sadder: that you can be sued for writing to your bishop or that some unelected government official might force that bishop to give a homily.”

“What?” asked my friend. “How can you force a bishop to give a homily? Hello! Freedom of religion?”

Read it all. Sigh.