The Day My Dressmaker Prayed

I always wanted to know if there was a God in this world. I did not insist on finding out, though, because I was afraid of the consequences—how should I handle Him if He existed? Worse yet, what would happen if I concluded He did not exist?

The firm decision to look for God came in 1990. The death of a dear cousin shook me, setting me on my quest. Of the ten passengers injured while traveling in a van, she was the only one who died. She was just 19.

The Search Begins

I told myself that there had to be a reason, otherwise our world is sheer mockery. Although my religious background was Eastern European Orthodox, my first thought was to become a nun.

I had this idea that one is closer to God in a monastery. But the life of nuns seemed unhappy, so I took another step