I saw a post online recently, about people praying the Rosary outside the public library. It’s a rally they’ve planned to “make reparation” for Drag Queen Story Hour. They think Jesus is offended by Drag Queen Story Hour, and for all I know He is. They think praying a Rosary will cheer Him up. And for all I know it will. But I can’t help but notice that no one has ever prayed a Rosary to make reparation outside a... Read more
 The last day of my pilgrimage to Columbus, I went to church. You don’t have to go to church if your PTSD is severe. It’s just something I wanted to try. There’s a Catholic church in Columbus that had a reputation in my family. We were never allowed to go there. It was a bad, wicked, liberal place that probably didn’t even have a valid Mass. We spoke about it as if it were a brothel. Catholics who went... Read more
 After I left my old church on Friday, I drove around for a bit. I was supposed to go back to the South Side and greet my wonderful hosts, but I felt like quiet time. It’s a horrible thing to get shattered, and I was shattered. It’s a horrible thing when all the sights and sounds and smells you were raised to associate with God, just remind you of suffering. That gut feeling that God hated me and was... Read more
I am home now. I can tell you why I went to Columbus for the weekend. You’re not going to like it. The only person I have to show you is Mary Pezzulo, boring or interesting, virtuous or not. The only story I have to tell is mine. If I nuke my career as a Catholic author for telling my story, of my life as a Catholic– well, maybe somebody else would like to hear it. Mary Pezzulo was raised... Read more
 This weekend I drove to Columbus by myself, repenting. To repent means to turn around, after all. We repenting by noticing we’ve been going in the wrong direction. Sixteen years ago I went to Franciscan University to get a master’s degree in philosophy. I was intending to be a bioethicist and tell everyone why they were wrong about everything, for the glory of Jesus. It didn’t work out. Nothing I did worked out, for a decade and a half.... Read more
 My friend in Section Eight housing is cooking alive. She tells me that her central air conditioning still hasn’t been fixed. Her row house’s thermostat, she says, is set to 64 but the temperature upstairs is in the 70s and the temperature downstairs is about 82. She’s already called code enforcement, but they sided with the land lord who claims there’s nothing she can do. My friend puts her baby down for a nap, and the baby wakes up... Read more
In the beginning was Delight. That’s what perfect love is, after all: delight. To love perfectly is to delight in the beloved. To love imperfectly, as humans often do, is to bite your lip and keep your temper and choose for the good of somebody anyway, even when you are annoyed. We do this so often that we might be deceived into thinking that biting your lip and being annoyed and doing good anyway are a superior and grown-up version... Read more
I do my best thinking when I garden. Gardening is where I meditate and contemplate and decide what I think about God. Some people do that kneeling in a chapel or by their bed. I do it while I pull weeds and put down cardboard. The other day, while pulling weeds, I was thinking about the time I got a chain stuck around my wrist without realizing it. Of course, this happened at Franciscan University. I was trying to join... Read more
 It’s been one of those weeks where things don’t go well, as usual. One of my student loan holders demanded I renew my information for income driven repayments, even though the whole country is supposed to be on pause right now, no reason that I could understand as to why, so I logged in to the Department of Education– which is how I found out that my littlest loan from another creditor had defaulted. Again, no reason as to... Read more
I am hilariously bad at self-promotion. I just found out that my newest book is now available online, and has been for weeks, and I didn’t know! So today, I present you with The Sorrows and Joys of Mary, a chapbook of meditations on the Gospel based on the Seven Sorrows of Mary and the Franciscan Crown. This is a revised and edited, fancy version of the meditations I blogged for Advent several years ago. Now, if you’d like to... Read more
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