Shared rituals are the tie that binds
by Susanna Schrobsdorff
Jan 25, 2017
3 minutes
MY ELDEST DAUGHTER WAS CHRISTENED IN AN ELEGANT Swedish church just off Fifth Avenue in New York City, not too far from Trump Tower. The minister was a striking woman with white-blond hair and green satin robes. She and the ceremony were both lovely and somewhat restrained. And, just like at my wedding, I had no idea what was going on because almost everything was said in Swedish. Not that it mattered.
I’m so religiously ignorant,
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