November 11, 2020
Save for one year in a co-ed Christian school, I was in all-girls’ Catholic schools the first 16 years of my life. Mini chapels and rituals were normal, up to the point that they became perfunctory. Chapels and churches were just a place to spend an hour in and prayers were merely groups of words meant to be memorized. I had a grandaunt who prayed fervently, every night before bed. This used to baffle me, up to the point that it just became something I had come to expect at night. Yes I prayed, but I didn’t know exactly why.