June 5, 2021

Maybe the best metaphor for autism is that other one about ducks – being nibbled to death by them. Poked to death by a thousand painful points of light. Read more

May 26, 2021

As COVID slowly reduces its risk to the level of risks I accept every day – such as getting in a car – I still find myself reduced to tears by the idea of eating in a restaurant unmasked. Forced to be an unwilling hermit, I have now become a willing one. Read more

May 12, 2021

Here’s a friendly reminder we’re still in the strange almost post-COVID Easter season…. Read more

March 25, 2021

Zoom can put lipstick on you. Really. Read more

February 26, 2021

Long ago, when people could gather together, in a friendly neighborhood place that could have doubled for “Cheers,” I wrote this poem. Read more

January 30, 2021

Being a hermit is hard. It was hard, as Merton’s story shows, even for a man who had vowed to devote his life to living in a religious enclosure, desired and felt called to find deeper intimacy with God in silence, and had the support of his superiors and colleagues and the affirmation of his belief system. Why should we assume it would be any easier for any of the rest of us? Especially since I think probably 95% of the people who have become hermits by virtue of COVID are not actually called to the eremitic life. I’m an introvert who has worked from home for almost a decade before COVID, and I am going stark raving bonkers over here. Read more

January 11, 2021

I wish I actually knew how to live a faithful political life in this earthly city without choosing the elite condescension of the Left or the unthinking obedience to national symbols of the Right. Read more

December 28, 2020

What we need, I think, is not a bifurcation between “real” and “online” life, but an awareness that all life is real life. Some kinds of real life are just more painful than others. Read more

December 6, 2020

This has not much to do with money or economics. It has something to do with vocation, and quite a lot to do with the common good. Read more

November 7, 2020

This is my childhood’s paradox: we had no fear that asking all the classic theological questions (why do bad things happen to good people? what was the world created for?) could lead to atheism. Our God was large enough for religious doubt. But being the sort of person who would fit in at a New York party? That was religious suicide. Read more

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