Shame and Courage

When I was five, my family lived in a small, Australian country town. It was Lent and the Catholic nuns at school had put a chart on the wall and said that anyone who went to the 6.00 a.m. Mass would get a gold star. Although the concept went over my head, my sister, who was one year older than me and knew much more about what was worth getting, seemed to be rather enthralled with the idea of getting the stars. Continue reading “Shame and Courage”