Nuns: A belated appreciation

Since I don’t think I’ve ever written about nuns before, it’s time to change that today. I was raised a Catholic, and attended Catholic schools until I was 18 years old. This included interactions with several nuns, and they generally weren’t good experiences. One particular story from first grade, back in the spring of 1975,Continue reading “Nuns: A belated appreciation”

A fortuitous stain

My kids have always enjoyed hearing bedtime stories about when I was a kid. I’ve now mined my childhood for events, both large and small, that will amuse them and help them get to sleep faster. Both are very noble goals, and part of what I consider to be my job as a parent. LastContinue reading “A fortuitous stain”