Heaven Is Where You Find It
I slipped the note under the door of Mother Superior’s office and hurried out of the back door of the convent with my backpack, leaving my life of the past eleven years behind. Tomorrow, I would have been making my final vows to enter the congregation and become a bride of Christ. I ran into the woods, removed my nun’s habit and wimple, and put on an old threadbare pair of jeans and a t-shirt, the sole items of secular clothing I owned. I undid my braid and shook out my long blond hair. Shouldering my backpack, I started out following a road that led to civilization, a civilization that was alien to me. The sum total of what I knew about the outside world could have been written on a Post-it note. I had …