Growing Up Catholic in a Small Texas Town:

Don’t Waste Any Parables on Me — Just Spit It Out Already

Sometimes, I think God wakes me up at one o’clock in the morning just to get my attention. Fine. But He doesn’t say anything as if I’m supposed to know what’s on His mind, as if I’m supposed to figure it out, as if I don’t have enough shit to figure it out.

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