In the Nick of Time

After watching Frontline’s program on Secrets of the Vatican , it seems I exited the Church in the nick of time.  I actually left way before that, and when I left the convent, I also abandoned the Church. I had become disillusioned by the way things were run by the Boys in Rome and wanted to pursue a broader level of spirituality.

Pope Francis’ attempt to curb the corruption and damage done by the male hierarchy, has not gone far enough, and is far too late. Nothing short of total annihilation and rebirth is needed for the Church-as-Christ-intended-it. I seriously doubt whether radical reformation is even possible from within the power structure itself.

It needs to come from the grass-roots.


I’ve rarely lived alone and have no desire to. It doesn’t take living in a separate house to feel isolated. All those years in the convent taught me that. We had rules back when that forbade us to get close to anyone. . . even one another. The only one we were encouraged to get closer to was God, and that could be pretty lonely. That was often my experience, even though I was surrounded by nuns.

Loneliness is a recurring theme in my yet-to-be-published book, Once Upon a Convent

Changes, Changes.

One of my favorite people in the whole world was the Mother Superior whose “reign” spanned my last years in the convent.  In total contrast to the bossy nun who preceded her, this woman of authority treated each individual with great dignity.  Vatican II took hold while she served office, and she used her position to gently guide the community away from an atmosphere of authoritarianism and into democracy. It caused quite a ruckus, but I was among the many who were thrilled at the reforms. Others, however, staunchly objected to every single change. It puzzled me why anyone would prefer to remain in Dark Ages.

Stay tuned for the completion of my book.