Broken Wholeness
Before my conversion to Catholicism (and before a rather lengthy agnostic walkabout), I was born and raised an Evangelical Protestant. There’s a lot of good things to be said for Evangelicalism: it’s...
View ArticleThe Political and the Personal: A Prelude to My Abortion Story
When I was young—really young—my parents used to picket abortion clinics. I still remember the picket signs, with big permanent marker lettering and pasted cutouts of ultrasound images, that they kept...
View ArticleMy Abortion Story
Note: My apologies for the long post. Some stories just don’t tell short. The “Prelude” to my story is here. The most remarkable thing about the day that I discovered I was pregnant was that it hadn’t...
View ArticleConfession and the End of Catholic Guilt
I’ve always loved Woody Allen films because I always identified—more than I’d like to admit—with Allen’s neuroses, anxieties, and performed guilt. There’s a memorable and witty exchange on guilt...
View ArticleSex, Shame, and Purity Culture
For most of my life, I’ve felt like I had two choices when it came to expressing my sexuality: I could be a dirty (as in sinful, impure, unwanted) girl or I could be a dirty (as in sexy, desirable, …...
View ArticleOn quitting as a form of starting
A couple of weeks ago, I stopped running. I had made it through three of the four short running segments that were meant to make up that day’s run-walk; but, when I started the fourth one, I dropped...
View Article“I’m Already There”
I’m in the process of digitizing my entire filing cabinet (it’s amazing how many nonsense projects you devise when you’re trying to avoid writing your dissertation!) and I just found, filed away under...
View ArticleOf Sheep and Sadness
I posted last year about an extended visit to Mt. Saviour Monastery—but there’s one story I left out of that narrative. The monastery is also a functioning sheep farm and so I spent a lot of my days...
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