york & nuns.

hmmm...i seem to have lost of the scant motivation i found in me this morning. i'm writing what is supposed to be my most interesting paper this month & keep getting stuck.

i want to think about catholicism in the 1960s through the lens of young nuns. so, i've chosen my three (ita ford, an old gal from small town, minnesota and a nun-turned-novelist from st. paul...long live the roots of liberal catholicism in the midwest!) and keep picking at their comments on theology, bodies & women's possibilities. the more i pick, the more disparate their experiences seem. i guess that's okay. just makes for a rather disjointing paper. but i s'pose it would be bad scholarship to try to flatten them into each other. its too bad; i don't think any of them actually knew each other (2 are dead...the novelist lives happily non-catholic life in pennsylvania). they would have had interesting conversations.

so i ate a york peppermint patty to try to make myself feel better.
am loving the new camera:).

peaceout, k.