Playing Mary

As you know, ceeste, I was once chosen to be the "most Mary-like girl." When the prize was announced or enunciated, there were titters from the girls and something like grunts from the boys. By that point it was a humiliation, another kind of sin

but that story you have. What I re-membered as I read others' stories, was that I often"played Mary," with a blue blanket. I walked around wrapped in it -- wrapped, rapt -- imagining my own goodness -- sort of like inventing sins to confess to have the pleasure of absolution.

Ann