As you may know, I was raised in an Italian Catholic family in Baltimore, Maryland.
I have an enormous family because I'm from Montreal and my family's Catholic, so my dad has eight siblings and they all have kids and we all grew up in the same property on weekends and summers.
I was a huge fan of J. Courtney Sullivan's novel 'Maine,' and like that novel, 'Saint' is a family saga set in Boston. Irish Catholic family secrets - is there anything better?
I grew up in a very Catholic family. Up until puberty, I would go to a Catholic church every week.
I'm from an Irish Catholic family.
My family is Catholic. I went to a Catholic school, that kind of thing, so that was my childhood for sure.
I come from a very hospitable, close, Catholic, matriarchal family.
At 17, I went away to Pau in the south of France for a few months to study domestic science - including cleaning windows with newspaper and water - while living with a Catholic family with 10 children.
My mother desperately wanted to give her kids a wholesome environment, and we were born into a traditional Catholic family.
My family is very traditional, Catholic.
When you don't have kids and you're in a Catholic family - one of my sisters had 10 children in 11 years - she's part rabbit - you feel kind of guilty about that. So, I want to do things for other people's children.
I grew up in Stillwater, Minnesota in a proud Catholic family.
I come from a very, very Catholic family. We used to pray the rosary every day after dinner.
My mom grew up in a strict Catholic family and moved to New York and became part of the Warhol factory.
I came from a very conservative Catholic family.
I was raised Catholic in a very religious family.
I was raised in a heavily Catholic family. Early and consistent encounters with mysticism.
I grew up, as reported, in a large family of Catholics without even a decent ration of tentativeness among the lot of us about our religious faith.
I was born into a Catholic family. I grew up in West Belfast. Faith was very important to us eight children and my mother and father. It was grounded in the Christian tradition of social involvement.
I was pretty Irish Catholic Jersey, the middle of the line.
We have no salaries. When one says he is from a good Catholic family and says he wants to help us, why should we refuse his offer?
I was raised in a Catholic family, spent twelve years in parochial schools, and had extremely fond memories of my interactions with Catholic clergy.
