Hearing Voices

In early August of 1990, about ten days before I left New York City and childhood for Arizona State University, I began hearing voices. By that I don’t mean I suffered auditory hallucinations. At no point did I imagine that literal, living people were speaking to me. Rather, I began arguing with myself about the [Read More...]

“Catholics Do Not Throw People Away”

When I took a job loading aircraft for America West, I had to join the Transport Workers’ Union. The perks of membership became apparent after my first accident. Strictly speaking, it wasn’t my accident. All I did was drive the belt loader as close to the aft bin as I could manage to do. It [Read More...]

My First Grave Sin: A Christmas Story

Three years ago, on my last visit home to New York, I re-read my mother’s first young adult novel, and was stunned to discover she’d mixed up her virgin martyrs. “St. Agatha lost her breasts, not St. Agnes,” I lectured. “And who’s this St. Theresa whose throat was supposedly slashed in a bathhouse? That’s St. [Read More...]