Kitten and I rescheduled our interview phone date. What a pair we made, I in my mincey, milquetoasted Dick Cavett-like voice and Kitten in her full-bodied 900-sexline voice…

I don’t write enough and I talk too much. That’s the God’s truth. I had just come out the other end of the nastiest, saddest, most traumatic chapter of my life. Now I was safe, living at my brother’s house. He had a gate spanning the driveway, and one sunny weekday at noontime I was [...]

Less Skype, more Christ in this homily, please.