TO HELL OR CONNAUGHT? I’LL TAKE CONNAUGHT …

At least for a few days.

Friday marked my last day in the Sun-Times newsroom. I sobbed all of Friday night and most of Saturday. Leaving that wacky place and its extraordinary denizens was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.

I’m off to write a couple of books (as you know) but before I do, am shipping myself off to the old sod for a week to contemplate the notion of grace, the collected works of Flannery O’Connor and Thomas Merton, and my navel (not necessarily in that order.) I’ll be staying in quiet solitude in County Donegal for most of my Irish sojourn, but will indulge in a couple of days of Dublin (and maybe a little bit of craic, as they say) at the end.

By the way, contrary to some of the more colorful rumors floating around the journalism terrarium, I have not entirely ceded my religion beat at the Sun-Times. I will continue to write my weekly GODSTUFF pop-goes-religion column, which you can see here in this space each week and possibly in a newspaper near you. (More on this later.)

And yes, there is a TV show in development. But if I say more than that, there’s a producer who will have my killed.

So for the moment, fare thee well and play nicely until I get back. I’ll be sending a dispatch from Connaught for Friday’s paper and, if I can find a WiFi signal, to this space as well.

Grace and stuff,
God Girl