The boldest people I’ve come across in my life are nuns. Nuns were a second mom to many of us born before 1975.
Being a woman in a world that gave women an inferior roll wasn’t easy. Nuns are the reason the Catholic Church made it through the Twentieth Century. The lack of a bold roll for women in the church today is part of its demise.
“And also with your Spirit!”
Through all the scandal the priests brought on, nuns were the cheap labor that educated us, protected us and prepared us.
Though being left handed, nuns are the reason I have such horseshit handwriting.
I wasn’t planning on writing about Penguins this morning. I asked myself, “who is the boldest person in my life?”
The answer was nuns!
The toughest kid I came across in the Catholic grade schools I attended was a guy named Speckman. If he hit you with a dodgeball it stung. If Sister Francis Irene hit you with a dodgeball…. You’d be on your ass!
All you guys that patted yourselves on the back for “Dry January,” the “Dry February” guys will join you tomorrow with all the congratulations!
I’ll be one upping all of you next week when I start my annual “Sixty Days Celebrating Cecilia.”
It’s going to be a gorgeous Sunday in Chicagoland…. Finish February strong! Summer is just 91 days away!
Well…. MY official start of Summer is when they drink milk at the finish line!
