So, how old is Sister Monica Joan? Old enough to know better, and young enough to do it anyway. She reminds us that growing older isn’t about losing your marbles—it’s about rearranging them into a much more interesting pattern. She’s proof that you can be ancient, forgetful, and a total pain in the neck, yet still be the heart and soul of every room you hobble into.
Next time you worry about your own age, just look at her. She’s out there, at 120-something, stealing biscuits and quoting Shakespeare. So go ahead—eat the cake. Take the nap. Bicker with your friends. And remember: you’re only as old as the mischief in your heart. Sister Monica Joan is a thousand years old in mischief, and that’s exactly the right number.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go have a slice of Victoria sponge. In her honor. Obviously. 🍰
