‘I didn’t want to be a nun at all,” the Sister tells me. “The impression that I had is that nuns were miserable people that slept in coffins, who went around with long faces and beat themselves up with long sticks and lived on bread and water. I couldn’t imagine anything less inviting as a way of life.”
Yet here she is, 33 years a Sister in the Poor Clares. She’s currently living in the convent with 21 other Sisters, but her travels have taken her to Uganda and more recently to Bungoma, Kenya, where the Poor Clares have opened a monastery.
