One Little Ball of Dirt

I attended Catholic school as a child and vividly remember the excitement as blaring sirens drew hundreds of of plaid skirts and navy shorts into a dozen single-file lines. When the monthly fire drills went well, the principal--a stern, gray-haired nun--would announce a "free dress day." The prospective of leaving my stiff skirts and collared shirt... Continue Reading →

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