1962, 18, LIVING IN A CONVENT What was I thinking? What am I doing here? I'm in a convent Have you ever looked up and seen where you were and what you were doing, as if this were not you? In 1962, at the age of 18, I entered the convent of the Sisters of the Divine Savior. Severely restricted as to whom I could write, I secretly composed an extended letter - more of a diary, really - to my best friend Irene. "The lights are out and I'm in the coatroom, writing. I feel like going home - just packing and leaving." After six intense months, I did. Forty-five years later, I was shocked when Irene sent me the long-forgotten document, a vivid portrait of adolescence in that special time and place. This is no expose, no attack on the Catholic Church or its traditions, but an intimate look at life behind the walls of a convent. And, of course there is a boy, Harry - the object of my romantic fantasies. "I have decided - I'm going to be a nun. I have been waiting to see if I would be strong enough. But if I want to, I can. And I know God wants me to - and I want to do His will - and so this is my life. Sorta sad in a way, isn't it?" Please join me on my remarkable journey.