Thank you, Sister Dolores, for preparing me for my first communion.
Thank you, Sister Jeannine, for encouraging my love of science.
Thank you, Sister Bernadette, for teaching me french and showing me kindness.
Thank you, Sister Suzanne, for teaching me algebra and showing me that it’s okay to admit you don’t know the answer to something, but will figure it out before tomorrow.
Thank you, Sister Carmel, for teaching me Spanish and anatomy and that dreadful little rhyme about patience that I still recite today.
Thank you, Sister Dorothy, for promising junior high school kids “you respect us, and we’ll respect you,” and leading a school that aspired to be a city set on a hill.
Thank you, Sister Renee, for teaching me Latin and being so happy when I came back from college and told you that I was teaching Sunday School there.
Thank you, Sister Sue, for being the first woman I ever knew who was studying biblical Hebrew, and for sharing with us the exegesis you were learning there; for the best career advice I was ever given; and for being my chaplain, my counselor, and my friend throughout my college years.
Thank you, Sister!
It continues to be difficult for me to figure out what to say and how to say it without contributing to the polarizing discourse in the church around this issue. But as a child of three Catholic schools and an Newman Community member in college, there were a lot of nuns in my formative years. I am grateful to them all.