Hi, I’m Heather. I’m an alcoholic. And a Catholic convert.
And this blog is the place where I open my veins every few days and share my very eventful life.
One day you might read a post on Joseph Cornell's boxes, the next a research project on where to buy cheap toilet paper,
and the day after that an impassioned plea called "The Homily I'd Give If I Were a Priest" (hint: if you're not in close contact
with at least one stripper, one person who's just been released from the psych ward, and someone who's trying to kick meth,
you're not getting out enough).
Unlike most of my beloved fellow alkies who are "recovering" from Catholicism, I converted to Catholicism in sobriety.
That’s how desperate I am.
If you’re interested in what it used to be like, what happened, and what it’s like now, I write books--lots and lots of books--
about my stumbling, tragicomic, journey. Which is, roughly, born and raised on the coast of New Hampshire,
twenty years as a hard-core drunk, sobered up, moved West, had a spiritual crisis as a Beverly Hills lawyer,
quit my job, started writing, converted, and took my First Communion at the Church of the Blessed Sacrament in Hollywood.
Then the hard part began.
|MY FRIEND TONY,|
ONE OF THE MANY GOOD, KIND
WITH WHOM I WALK THE PATH!
Here are a few other things about me:
-Reverse of a "Catholic mom!" One of eight kids, I'm childless myself. Way, WAY too damaged for children.
- Dying to share (though no-one ever asks), yes I DID pass the California (and Massachusetts,
and New Hampshire bars) on the first try! Then I found I was so not cut out to be a lawyer!
That's when I quit my job, turned to Jesus, and entered the lucrative, prestigious world of free-lance writing.
-I’m an extreme introvert, which doesn’t necessarily mean I don’t like people
(though for the record I often don’t--well, come on, do YOU?); it just means I “recharge”
in solitude and silence. After a lifetime of feeling "out-of-step," untold hours of tears-of-blood prayer,
and approximately 59,000 12-step meetings of various kinds, I no longer feel this is selfish.
-However, this does mean I spend a considerable amount of effort cultivating friendships,
connections, a social life, and people I can turn to for help, guidance, human interaction tips, and jokes.
Consequently, I get invited here and there, and to travel a bit.
|WITH THE POOR CLARES OF THE PERPETUAL ADORATION|
IN TONOPAH, ARIZONA.
THE SISTERS PUT ME UP FOR
FIVE GLORIOUS DAYS
-I don't watch TV. I read. Wait, is "Portlandia" TV?
-Not only have I never owned a piece of real estate, I have never even owned a washer-dryer.
-My little brother Joe is frontman for the punk band The Queers. I have six godchildren,
among them the twin daughters of Ben Weasel of Screeching Weasel.
-I've driven cross-country, alone, twice in the last decade.
-I have abandonment issues.
- I live in a beautiful house in hipster Silver Lake with a roommate, a fountain in the backyard,
and several ancient camellia bushes.
|THIS WAS AT SOME SHINDIG AT USC WHERE|
WE WERE SUPPOSEDLY DISCUSSING FAITH
AND EVERY OTHER PANELIST
TOTALLY DISSED RELIGION.
I QUAVERED "LOVE WILL REIGN. LOVE DOES REIGN!"
LIKE A CRAZY PERSON...
-I'm a big fan of the simple walk. I take photos of seed pods, branches, flowers, dead birds, and random leaves on the sidewalk.
-I'm fearful of spending money.
-I recently read Roadside Picnic. Then I watched Andrei Tarkovsky's "Stalker." Then I read Geoff Dyer's
Zona: A Book About a Film About a Journey to a Room. That's my idea of "entertainment."
-My newest musical discovery (through Werner "Ecstatic Truth" Herzog) is German contralto Emmi Leisner (1885-1958).
-My favorite place for Confession is Holy Family in Glendale (Tuesdays and Thursdays 4:30 to 5:15.
For daily Mass, the Cathedral 7 a.m., St. Francis 8 a.m., Immaculate Heart of Mary 5:30 p.m.,
St. Dominic's 6 p.m., or Holy Trinity in Atwater, 7 p.m.
-I say the Office every morning, the Magnificat at Vespers, and the Jesus Prayer constantly,
in my heart.
-I sleep with a rosary.
-My favorite prayer is the Anima Christi:
Soul of Christ, sanctify me
Body of Christ, save me
Blood of Christ, inebriate me...
So that’s my story. If you’d like to follow along, you can receive my blog posts by email,
or connect with me on Twitter at @shirtofflame.
I would ask about you now but I'm too narcissistically disordered.
If the spirit moves, please feel free to leave a comment below and introduce yourself.
|JOSHUA TREE NATIONAL FOREST|
MY ROOMMATE HAS A HOUSE OUT HERE, TOO!
WHERE I GET TO RETREAT
FROM TIME TO TIME.
GOD IS GOOD.