I had an unfashionably good experience at Catholic schools in Minnesota from 1974 to 1985. Contrary to popular myth, not a single nun who taught me was ugly or mean. I got solid academic instruction, but was also encouraged to look within and to live with deliberation. Still, we were teenagers who engaged in all the classic forms of teenage pettiness, so I dreaded my twenti (...)
The Last Word
The Reunion
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