I received the love of my life in fifth grade: a transistor radio. It was your standard little pocket Sony. I've worn out many radios since then. Maybe “worn out” isn’t the right phrase. Maybe “snapped off the antenna and can’t tune anything in now” is better. I don't know how many people still listen … Continue reading Is there anybody out there? transistor radios and invisible neighborhoods.
I made the mistake of reading advice about writing, about embarrassing pitfalls and newbie blunders, and worst of all, about who has talent and who doesn’t. I now have an enormous writer’s boulder and can’t even bear to write my name, let alone stomach anything else my pen might sully. First, buyer beware. All I … Continue reading Advice regarding writer’s block from a writer’s blockhead.
At the height of my recent health hysteria, I realized that I am no way, at all, whatsoever, prepared to deal with a bad outcome. I didn’t even want to pray for help, as though asking God for strength would somehow jinx things or give him the idea to put me through a final trial. … Continue reading hypochondria. part 2. existential dread, suffering, and God.
It's inevitable in the early life of a new blogger that it happens. The writer's block post, wherein the blogger laments having writer's block. And I shall not do any less. I've discovered that there's a parallel or a link between writer's block and a certain, oft-overlooked stage of therapy in which you haven't quite … Continue reading Obligatory writer’s block post and a related stage of talk therapy
When I say "passion," I don't mean a love of teaching CCD. I mean "the passion," as in lots of flogging and carrying crosses up the hill. I first volunteered to teach CCD after converting to Catholicism. I thought it would be a great way to share my love of God, and perhaps plant the … Continue reading The Passion of the CCD Teacher