“Honey, you’re like a cat, always landing on your feet,” my mother said.
True to form, I watched things happen around me, then surprise, I pounced on them.
“I should be a nun? Okay, I can do that.” I took no ownership of my actions.
“Who put me in this box? I’d like to get out now, please.” My exterior front was gentle, kind, and conforming, while my interior voice was cluttered in a web of criticism and doubt.
Ring Around the Rosary is one of trying to reconcile those two. Its full-throttle-self-actualization.
-Gretchen Grossman