Ma Dame, Votre Dame, NOTRE DAME

On my way to the dentist (yes. Again), my phone rings.

On the other end of the line, my daughter dives straight into the reason for her call: “mom, did you hear the news?” — Hmm. No, I have not. Somehow I have a feeling these may not be such happy news. I wait. “Notre Dame” she continues. “Notre Dame is on fire.”