A Tale of Two Sisters
I walked into the locker room, my stomach in a tangle of excitement and trepidation. It was my first swim practice as a high school freshman. A girl sporting a swim t-shirt and a smile waved to me. “Hi, I’m Kristin,” she said. I laughed. “I am, too!” Kristin and I quickly discovered that we had more in common than our names, and we became good friends. Eventually we both entered religious life. She entered a different Dominican congregation, and shortly afterward I came to Sinsinawa. We gradually fell out of touch. At first glance, our lives look different. She chose a congregation whose sisters wear full traditional habits all the time; I didn’t. Her name has changed; mine is still Christin, with a “Sister” before it. She taught in a Catholic school and is now studying philosophy; I live on a farm and promote care of creation. To be honest, these differences often made me feel uncomfortable. Recently, our oth...