Where Is Your Treasure?

7 years ago with 10 comments in Uncategorized
This morning I found these in my inbox: These are CFRs, as in “the Community of the Franciscans of the Renewal.” They’re an order founded by Fr. Benedict Groeschel, among others. They work with the poor, but also they are the poor. I always think that if St. Francis were starting today, this is what it would look like. I don’t think I’ve seen a picture of CFRs ...

Quick Link

7 years ago with 4 comments in Uncategorized
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 and to stop being such a pussy. Snip from the response: Yes, a man should be a man of ...

The White Stone

7 years ago with 12 comments in Uncategorized
Caleb and I both have terrible senses of direction. We were driving together once, trying to find our friend J’s house. I knew where it was, or thought I knew, but we ended up on the opposite side of town, a good twenty minutes from where we were supposed to be. The worst part was that we had just left a house where J’s brother was working, which I knew, but I hadn’t asked ...

Cut

7 years ago with 19 comments in Uncategorized
Hooray for the gym! Three months after my last sciatica1 flareup, I’m finally back in action, and up to a little bit over a quarter mile in the pool. Today around 4:00 I felt like I could barely type another line of code; now at 8:00, after a good swim, I’m full of energy. Sadness particles dissolved. Maybe the fish oil2 is helping too. Physical fitness is great, mens sana in ...

When Can We Be Real?

7 years ago with 6 comments in Uncategorized
It was a good weekend. I finally, finally got to the beach, for the first time this summer. I love the ocean, and can’t do without it for too long. Every summer when I was a little younger, before almost all of us had moved away from my parents’ house, my father used to rent us a house for a week in Rhode Island, practically across the street from the ocean. It was a week of pure ...

The Boys’ Club

7 years ago with 12 comments in Uncategorized
It’s almost embarrassing to say it, because I had forgotten that I used to feel this way, but: I used to blame myself for having SSA. I thought, if only I’d hung out more with other guys and learned to be like them; if only I hadn’t quit the street hockey team, and soccer, and little league; if only I hadn’t faked sick on field day. If only I hadn’t been so ...

In Which I Am Reminded What Nice Friends I Have

7 years ago with 8 comments in Uncategorized
Text message conversation this morning between my friend Rivka and me. She is studying to be a body psychotherapist. SG: This is not fair. No objective reason to feel sad, but it feels like my body is flooded with sadness particles. Stupid body. RJ: Here is what I would suggest from my clinical perspective — long term: take a multivitamin and tons of fish oil every day — b ...

Thanks For All the Fleas

7 years ago with 18 comments in Uncategorized
Well, dear readers, I have been in a funk. I like the word “funk” because it doesn’t allow me to take it too seriously. DEPRESSION is something medical and serious, it’s a CONDITION. A funk, on the other hand, passes and then you go about your business. Just something that happens, like a summer cold. Here’s a snippet from George MacDonald1 that sums things up: ...

The M Word

7 years ago with 40 comments in Uncategorized
It’s not pretty, folks, but you knew it was going to show up here sooner or later, right? I’m talking about — I really don’t like the word — the big M, solitary vice, M-A-S-T-U-R-B-A-T-I-O-N. Whew, that wasn’t so hard! Back when I was a wee lad, I glommed onto the fact that you didn’t have to say the word itself in confession. You just say “an ...

Out of Egypt

7 years ago with 14 comments in Uncategorized
I remember what it was like, being terrifyingly, nightmarishly depressed. I remember one morning in college in particular. I was 19, and had just fallen for someone, call him M., harder than I’ve ever fallen for anyone before or since. I remember waking up, and feeling the freedom of that split second before you remember everything, before the heaviness settles down. I remember ...