Writing this marginally insane diary was a reminder to me that, no matter what disasters strike us, and no matter what destruction they wreak, we can at least find ways to diminish their soul-destroying power. We can at least laugh.

Can something really be over if you can still feel it in your bones?

What will we hold onto from the pandemic? Perhaps the videos we watched and experiences we had, mostly virtual, in connecting with other people.

There is no civil war in the Catholic Church, there is only Almighty God sifting us like wheat. There is no schism ahead, only the proper ordering of us into the right places for the salvation of our souls.

I am usually not one to call for big changes or support radical ideas. If the church has worked this way for 2,000 years, I used to think, who are we to change it now?

The rest of Tucker Carlson’s racist text betrayed a self-confessional Tucker Carlson I can begin to identify with.