[Thoughts from the conference where I’ll be this week: Writing and the Pastoral Life. I’m in rural Minnesota, at St. John’s University and Abbey]
As I was sitting by one of the nuns who came to share her memoir with us, she looks at me, “You speak like a writer, like a natural storyteller. You’re simply delightful.”
I didn’t tell her that I can’t find a writing project to settle down with, or that I’m sure that many other folks rightfully should have been chosen for my place at this conference, but I definitely left smiling.