Tuesday, May 29, 2012
The whole month of May has gone by since my last post. I've tried, but finding big-stage wisdom on the edge of summer during a presidential campaign is nearly impossible. Normally, I can turn to people of faith for wisdom, especially within my own tradition. Not this time. Wisdom is not strident, yet "loud and louder" is all we too often get from religious leaders in the U.S.
So where does sanity reside in the late spring of 2012? Let me toss out a few rays of hope I cling to on these overcast days: Stephen Colbert, the American women religious, National Catholic Reporter, US Catholic Magazine (print and online), Fr. Richard Rohr, Sr. Joan Chittister, Fr. Brian Joyce and the people of Christ the King Parish, Jean Valjean and Bishop Charles Myriel inVictor Hugo's Les Miserables, and--of course--my wife Esther, a truly wise woman.
I invite the readers of this blog post to add their own wisdom sources to mine.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
|I'm the "little Italian kid" on the steps |
in Butch Minds the Baby (1942),
co-starring Virginia Bruce.
|Yes, that's little Al at the extreme lower-|
right edge of the frame. Co-starring (with me)
were, left to right, Fuzzy Knight. Broderick
Crawford, and Dick Foran.
Long past fitting the description of "little Italian kid," I treasured my Central Casting card. Life has taken me on a winding journey, since those bright-light and good pay days ($25 per diem in post-Great Depression dollars). I went from sound stage to peddling peanuts on Santa Monica beach. From there to the Catholic priesthood, followed by marriage and parenthood. In my forties, I launched a career as a professional writer/editor, beginning with features for periodicals. I then got more ambitious, moving to book-length fiction and nonfiction. Not until my tenth book and most recent novel (my sixth), The Saint of Florenville: A Love Story, did my work attract any broad-based attention.