Some Sheep

Today at noon mass, our flock was 70% hidden crazies and 30% out of the closet crazies.  It was great.  One thing I’ve always loved about the cathedral in Kansas City is that, being downtown, it attracts walk-ins.  One thing I like about church is it’s almost impossible to get kicked out (witness, sadly, lunatic shooters […]

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The Drive

The highway between Kansas City and Lawrence is a half hour drive, clears my head, scares me.  Tonight I drove it with the top down and the stars out, through a few of the hours of Kansas summer when the cool comes. I have been almost killed on that highway twice.  I have written a […]

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Wrinkle

I had intended to grow up and become Madeleine L’Engle. That is: I would be a very serious artist.  I would be an artist like a monk or nun is a monk or nun.  She said that’s how it was.  I planned to be poor and have everything serve that.  I planned to meet a […]

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With A Hammer

“It was solidly bolted on, and there was nothing to be done.” At a party I was denied the opportunity to tell the story of Dali getting his head caught in the diving helmet and almost suffocating.  Young men.  I generally pursue the oldest attendees at a party, as I figure they have more good […]

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