Saturday, January 15th, 2011
Three of my closest childhood friends met me in Ohio to do this shoot. We stayed up all night, ate our favorite childhood cookies, and reminisced about our crazy-beautiful experience of being raised by nuns. That was one of the best nights of my life.
Ohhh, where the hell do I begin. Maybe that they left their homes as far away as the Philippine Islands to teach, love and nurture us? Maybe that peeps are always a bit shocked when I can “drop it like it’s hot” on the dance floor as a result of dodging too many flying erasers by frustrated nuns? Maybe the fact that at 8-years-old we were allowed to leave school unattended for lunch? Maybe I should mention the unconditional kindness they showed me after my mom died? Maybe I should mention they played dodgeball and kickball with us in full habits? Yes, I said dodgeball. Maybe I should mention they weren’t scared to paddle a kid that misbehaved and absolutely weren’t afraid of our parents? Maybe I should mention we were forced to learn Latin and sing at all of the funerals? Maybe I should mention they had no tolerance for any shade of hate?
Though I no longer consider myself Catholic, to all the nuns out there I say, “namaste”. May the divine in me, honor and respect the divine in each of them.
Biggest thanks to Brenda Roach Thompson for shooting pics of one of the best weekends of my life. Thanks a million to Ms. Yvonne Dekay for being the most fabulous nun for a day. Big, big thanks to Phil Defalco and his daughter Ruby for spending their Friday night at my place shooting pics of cookies. I am blessed.