For two years I lived with Mary or Miryam (as she prefers). I watched, listened to, followed, and learned about her in ways no one had before. Mary knew I was there, also that she needed to allow me to report on her and her life. Yes, in such episodes, I crafted, cared for and composed a Mary of my own making by adding to the Gospels' foundational design. But, she understood this. We never talked directly. Yet, our roles were understood. She lived and I learned how she slept, dressed, cooked, ate, worked, made friends and prayed. Most of all, what Mary thought. Whatever fulfilled her, drove...