The course title was "Negative Theology: Lamentations, The Cloud of Unknowing, and The Dark Night of the Soul."
Before class started at 9 a.m. I had to have the house cleaned to my
military officer husband's specifications, cook a hot breakfast and do
the dishes, wash and dress my preschool boys, drive to the south side of
San Antonio, drop off my youngest child at day care, pick up and strap
eight other children into seat belts in the Chevy Suburban and drive
them to a nursery school, then drive to the seminary.
that the resident seminarians needed only to roll out of bed, walk
downstairs with their cup of coffee and shuffle into class. It was the
1970s. I was the only woman in the class, and I sat in the back as far
out of sight as possible.