When I was a young girl, my world was fairly small and tightly controlled. Nothing was done without the express written consent of parents, priests and nuns. This led to some very interesting situations in my childhood for both me and some of my neighborhood companions.
For instance, there was the time my friend Grace got appendicitis while we were still in grade school. She wasn’t about to tell our nun that she had this pain because she didn’t want to miss school. By the time we got out that day, I literally had to help her down the stairsContinue reading →