I started reading Heather King's
Shirt of Flame: A Year with St. Thérèse of Lisieux yesterday, her feast day. It's a wonderful book on St. Thérèse, but I was particularly pleased to be reminded that "unaccustomed to housework of any kind--she'd hardly known how to fix her own hair or to make a bed before entering the convent--Thérèse was never particularly adept at sweeping, needlework, or any of her assigned chores." So there's the one thing I have in common with the Little Flower.
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