Catholic, Gay, and Feeling Fine, Thanks
Imagine somebody trying to overcome a habit of gluttony who spends his free time watching cooking shows, and who, every time he passes a bakery, stops to breathe the smells in deeply for a full minute. It’s not going to work. The temptation to overeat doesn’t occur in isolation: it’s a symptom of a broader…
St. Dominic Savio and I have a complicated relationship. I learned about him from Z., a luminous, vivacious, and wounded woman with a mystical bent who was my fourth-grade teacher (in a sort of a homeschool co-op thing) and my confirmation sponsor. My older brother Caleb tells me I was so taken with St. Dominic…
I love my motorcycle. It’s a middleweight, 650cc and about 450 pounds, and is as old as I am but still gets 50 miles to the gallon. I love the speed and the wind, the freedom and the closeness to the landscape. I think I love my bike just as much as you can safely…
I admit I used to pray that my SSA would be taken away. I guess I still do, occasionally, though not with great conviction. I reckon that if He wanted to take it away, He would have by now, and it’s not something I should worry about too much. Besides, in one sense, I doubt…
AoM responds to Ian Lang’s assertions over at the cesspool known as AskMen.com. Sample assertion: Finally, do you think your dad would enjoy lying in a field with you making daisy chains and contemplating what it means to be a man? No. He would tell you to work hard, that life doesn’t ever get easier…
