It is Pentecost Sunday at a traditional Catholic church west of Chicago. It is June, cooler this morning than yesterday, with a little rain and thunder during the night so that the air is utterly clear of moisture, and in the diamond-bright lemon-yellow sunshine pouring full upon us from […]
What Do Writers Want?
I love Dorothy Sayers’ book, Are Women Human? With a wit like a sword, she makes the point that there is no such thing as ‘women,’ but only the actual woman you encounter. ‘Women’ is a facile lumping of a whole bunch of individual and various human beings into a […]