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. So each morning she and I would walk, on our own, to the little country church for the event that would earn us the treasured star. Continue reading “Shame and Courage”

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