This is one of the moments where I ask for some small help with my efforts to provide you with the sort of Catholic content, newsiness, fun, and so forth that is this blog. We Sheas live in narrow financial straits. For those who have joined the blog since last quarter, I am a writer (and sole breadwinner) trying to raise two boys (and occasionally assist two newlywed kids, one of whom is struggling with giant school debt) on a somewhat erratic income of what I can earn from writing and speaking (without dental insurance), plus what I get from donations here. My wife is the chief homeschooler and bottle washer of this here enterprise, as well as a human dynamo in a dozen other tasks.
This month, like all months, is tight–indeed particularly tight–just in time for Christmas (and we live *very* frugally) what with insurance bills, taxes, and the excitement that will soon be Obamacare. So, I’m here to say that I hope you’ll agree the worker is worth his keep. Therefore I’m askin’ ya, if everybody who has gotten something good from this blog will kick in some bucks on the PayPal button on the right rail, it will really help. I’m not shy, be as generous as you can. You’d be supporting what I think is an eminently worthy cause and saving our financial bacon as we struggle through another month. If you like what you get here, then please be as generous as you can and help out with the care and feeding of a unique news, opinion, and information source that you just can’t find anyplace else. Thanks so much for your kindness!
Oh, and remember, you can buy my books, DVDs and CDs! And if you’d don’t trust PayPal (though they are extremely reliable), feel free to email me and ask for my snailmail address. I’ll happily take a check instead.
Also, has it not occurred to you how badly you need me to come and speak for your parish, conference or organization? Oh yes! Badly indeed do you need me! Just ask the people to whom I will happily refer you for references. And if you need ecclesial bona fides, I can provide you with a letter from my bishop, who has hired me to be a catchist instructor for the Archdiocese of Seattle.
And, if you are an editor, you need me to write for you. It’s critical. Your mag will just wither away and die without my prose. As for my poetry, I happen to have the distinction of having prompted the only letter of complaint ever sent to First Thingsabout the poetry they publish. Fear me, or I will publish my poetry here!