Don't get excited. I don't have a publisher or any prospects really. I'm writing it for grad school.
It's about being Catholic and not Catholic, about converting to a religion that pisses me off. It's partially about doing that before I got married, to honor my grandparents, who fell asleep during the wedding anyway. It's partially about not knowing how to decorate with saints and apostles.
It's also about premarital sex and some about marital sex. And feminism. And equal rights. And not knowing when to stand up or sit down or break out the kneeler. About talking back to my priest. About being friends with a bona fide recipient of a medical miracle (ha! bona.). And how that influenced my decision, and how her handling of her secular ideals helps me to handle mine. How, you ask? Liquor.
So, it's like this blog, only with more blasphemy and extra honesty.
NOW, how are y'all? Since I've been gone, Elly Lou had a baby! Congratulations, lady! When I was mother to newborns, the nurses told me that every time George Costanza got sucked off, my uterus contracted a little bit. Suck by suck, it's now down to the size of your nana's purse. No worries, Elly, you'll still have plenty of room to store your hanky and chalky mints. (For those of you who don't understand that, follow the motherfucking link and catch up.)
I have two new posts coming, but I wanted to say hi and apologize to you, dear readers, and reintroduce myself to the Internet before posting about sex toys and awkward conversations with my mother. As usual, you're fucking welcome.
What should I read first? Tell me!
