My Inner Catholic Girl: Part Three
In Part Two of this series, I wrote about integrating my two Inner Catholic Girls. In the process, I discovered a third one. She’s the one I’ve been searching for all along…
Read MoreMy Second Shame
What I’ve figured out so far is this: that aspen bark leaves a white powdery dust on my lips when I kiss it; that wildflowers drenched in morning dew are as potent and fragrant as a woman aroused…
Read MoreMy Inner Catholic Girl: Part Two
In this blog I often refer to my Inner Catholic Girl. Turns out I have two of them. My Little Catholic Girl is seven, a towheaded little angel who follows the rules and makes straight A’s. She is kind and always stood up for the skinny girl with knobby knees that everyone teased~ a budding healing artist. In third grade, when she received the sacrament of Penance at her Catholic grade school, she had a hard time coming up with anything to confess. Forgive me father for I have sinned: I didn’t make my bed this morning. My Teen Catholic Girl is another story. She’d need an hour in a...
Read MoreMy Inner Catholic Girl: Part 1
I’ve finally figured out that locking my Inner Catholic Girl into some dark, confessional-like corner of my psyche doesn’t work. She eventually finds her way out, rips the plug out of my laptop and hides the charging cord. So as I move forward with the re-publication of my erotic memoir, I’ve decided that this time I’m going to bring her along for the ride. Last weekend, I took her here. An abbey of Benedictine Catholic nuns. Holy women. Sisters. The spiritual seeker in me has always been intrigued whenever I drove by and saw their sign in the no man’s land between Fort...
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