My writing practice has gone off the rails and getting back on track has been an enormous struggle. I am tired, and angry, and sad. Every day I wake up, look at my phone and greet the day’s tragedy or injustice. A bombing. A shooting. Another sexual predator exposed. Another assault on our democracy by Congress and this monstrous presidency. It’s exhausting. And I’m white straight, cisgendered, and middle class and thus reasonably sheltered from the fallout. I’m one of the lucky ones.
So I’ll just start with the conclusion: I fucked up Easter. No, really. I don’t mean I forgot to buy candy for the Easter baskets or that I burned the ham. No, folks. I mean I fucked up. As in I went to Easter mass, stood in the aisle in the middle of a jam-packed church and […]