Robert McNally tells readers in the introduction to I Had Jelly on My Nose And a Hole in My Breeches that his friends call him “the memory man”, and boy, are they right! What an astounding memory McNally has for times, places, names and...

When you think of a singing nun, visions come to mind of a habit-clad woman dancing in a field of wildflowers on a hill, spinning happily with palms up, belting out a healthy hymn. But the story of the singing nun is anything but that...