[Note: I originally published this story in 2017, but the link to the next page in my old two-page post has stopped working, so I’m publishing an edited and revised version as one page here.] The man got on the bus when Adrienne and I did, down town at the station with nothing else around. He was about my age, careworn, weather-beaten, more nervous than I’d expect. Most people downtown look a little nervous, especially at the bus station,... Read more
I remembered this weekend that most everybody likes to know facts about the lives of saints. I’m thinking about saints all the time lately, and I keep mentioning what I’ve learned when I’m on social media. I was researching Saint Ignatius of Loyola for my Lives of the Saints project, and I joked on twitter that the cannon ball which “canonized his leg,” leading to his painful surgeries and eventual religious conversion, was the first time I’d heard “canonized” referring... Read more
It was morning, but it didn’t look like it yet. Adrienne woke me, asking for a ride to school. Usually, she prefers to get up by herself at five and take the earliest bus to have breakfast with her friends when the cafeteria opens for the day. Michael has been staying up all night some nights, to do laundry at the 24-hour laundromat and see her off to school, then making my coffee, then coming to bed after she’s left.... Read more
I have been doing a project on the Lives of the Saints. I’ll have more to say about that by and by. I have been up to my elbows in hagiographies, learning all kinds of random facts. Did you know that Saint Ignatius of Loyola suffered from gallstones and kidney stones? You do now. Did you know that Saint Teresa of Avila died just as they were switching from the Julian to the Gregorian calendar, so she either died... Read more
Hey folks! I’m writing regularly in more than one place now and I’ve got an influx of followers on so many weird little corners of social media, I thought I would start doing a post round-up once a month to coordinate instead of just my annoying boilerplate. Later today, we’ll have a real post worth your time as well. First of all, I was honored to write two articles for the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette lately, a standard informational piece on... Read more
[One day in foggy, rainy winter, here in the Ohio Valley, just at the start of the liturgical season known as Ordinary Time, I was walking through my neighborhood on a poor street. I saw some houses standing and occupied, some houses abandoned, and some that had been torn down and were nothing but piles of splinters. “It looks like a bomb went off here,” I said. And I decided to bomb it, as writers do, in a story. I... Read more
[Note: I’ve noticed that some of the links to my very old two-page blog posts from several years ago no longer work properly, so I’ll be re-posting revised and edited one-page versions of my favorite old blog posts from time to time for the next few months. A version of this post originally ran in 2017.] We went to the beach with my bad cousins. I grew up in Ohio. “Going to the beach” usually meant going to swat... Read more
I apologize for the radio static lately. It’s just that I don’t like January. As Januarys go, 2024’s January isn’t terrible. I am not very depressed; I’m just dull and flat and not very creative. I’m not having panic attacks; I’m just a little bit anxious now and then. Besides the fender bender, nothing has gone terribly wrong since the spring of 2023. I can’t remember another year of my life without a catastrophe. Somehow, it took until I was... Read more
Three years ago, a mob of Christian Nationalists attempted a coup on the United States of America, while I was fixing the printer. On January 6th, 2021, I was on the laptop, trying to write a sermon on Epiphany, but I kept getting distracted. Like most Americans who were on our computers that day, I had a tab open to social media and another to the news. We were all watching a crowd of rabble rousers at the nation’s capitol,... Read more
I can’t sleep. That’s not unusual. I have bouts of insomnia throughout the year, and especially in the dark of January. Everything I do to mitigate it makes it worse, so I do nothing but wait for it to stop. I can’t pray. That’s the new usual. I used to practice my Ignatian meditations all night when it got like this. But ever since about 2021, I’ve been terrified that God can’t love me. He certainly doesn’t care about... Read more
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