A story I mention in my memoir, Immaculate Misconceptions: Tales of Catholic School: in the sixth grade I had a nun named Sister Ada. She was quite old, and at times, when perched on her stool behind the lectern, she would stop talking, pause, and then belch audibly. After another pause, she’d say, “I’m sorry,Continue reading “Ah, Freedom! (Non-Political)”
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