Catholic, Gay, and Feeling Fine, Thanks
Michelle Pfeiffer: I think she’s starting to suspect something. Harrison Ford: Who? Michelle Pfeiffer: [scarily, sexily] YOUR WIFE.1 It’s tricky, having a secret identity. Not so tricky when you live alone: I imagine Superman enjoyed lounging around his apartment in cape and tights, blissful and carefree as long as he kept the curtains closed.2 And…
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.1 When I was in college and going through the worst of it, I got tired of praying that the sadness would go away and that things would be easy. I got tired of it because…
I was having a great night out at the bar — I was with mostly men, a situation that would have once tied my tongue completely, but I was doing great! I left the booth to use the bathroom. I was so pleased with myself for being social, and relaxed, and non-awkward, and normal, that…
“God really does give you your heart’s desire,” Mother Agnes was saying, Madre Inez I mean. She was the last person you would have expected to end up in Puerto Maldonado, one of the poorer sections of Peru, surrounded by jungle on every side. Twenty hours by bus from Cuzco and most of those on…
