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The Veil and Me: A History, by Leila Miller – Brown Pelican Society of Lousiana

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Leila Miller is a wife, mother, grandmother, writer. Her books include Primal Loss: The Now-Adult Children of Divorce Speak; Raising Chaste Catholic Men; Made This Way: How to Prepare Kids to Face Today’s Tough Moral Issues; and Impossible Marriages Redeemed. She resides in Phoenix, and blogs at LeilaMiller.net and also has a YouTube channel.

 

While women veiling is no long a precept of the Church, it has never ceased to be a sign to the world that points to a Bride and thus a Bridegroom.

My history of veiling is a short one, as I’ve only been wearing veils for a few years. I can’t exactly remember when I first entered the church building with a veil on my head (feeling self-conscious), but I’m guessing it was about eight years ago, at around age 50.

Here’s a quick survey of that half-century that was my pre-veiling life.

I was baptized Catholic a month after my birth in 1967, and I have no memory or experience of anything pre-Vatican II. My first memory of Mass was when I was about four years old and everything was already “groovy,” “renewed,” and festooned with felt. ….