On my trip home to Michigan over Labor Day, I went out to dinner with my one friend from high school, his wife (who used to be my neighbor), and their two kids. Somehow I mentioned I was reading nun memoirs, and he said he had a book for me and got my address, then sent me this:
Apparently, it's a self-published book, and it's about a nun from my part of the state who died under mysterious circumstances in the early 20th century, perhaps from having an affair with a priest and having an illegal abortion.
It's one of the most thoughtful gifts I've ever received.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
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