I'm At The Atheist End Of The

I Wish I Could Remember Where I Put Things. I Spend Half My Life Looking For My Keys. With The Other Half I Look For My Glasses.

I Look At The Great Poets Of The Soviet Union, Like Anna Akhmatova, Who Endured Far Worse Then Anything We've Seen Or Hopefully That We Will Ever See. If They Could Keep Writing And Keep A Voice Alive, Keep People Hopeful Through Their Poetry, Then I Would Be Ashamed To Stop And To Give In. It Would Be Really Self-indulgent, Unacceptable, And Inexcusable To Walk Away From It.

And The Fury In My Community Was Just Staggering. The Young Priests In The Parish Were Behind The Message. The Older Priests Weren't Necessarily, But They All Followed The Orders Of The Cardinal And Read The Letter. Every Sunday, 2,000 People Came To Mass At That Parish. The Following Sunday, The Attendance Dropped To 200, And Never Recovered.

The Hardest Thing About Adolescence Is That Everything Seems Too Big. There's No Way To Get Context Or Perspective, ..... Pain And Joy Without Limits. No One Can Live Like That Forever, So Experience Finally Comes To Our Rescue. We Come To Know What We Can Endure, And Also That Nothing Endures.

I Grew Up In Conservative Rural Kansas In The 1950s When It Was Expected That Girls Would Not Have A Life Outside The Home, So Educating Them Was A Waste Of Time