I'm a writer of faith. I was raised Catholic, and I have a deeply Catholic imagination.

Are there books about us or something?” This makes Pressia angry - the idea that this world is a subject of study, a story, instead of filled with real people, trying to survive.

My oldest sister was an actress living in NYC by the time I was ten, and desperately wanted to be the one in charge of the words.

I'm a writer of faith. I was raised Catholic, and I have a deeply Catholic imagination.

I have faith in human beings. I struggle with that faith.

What does it mean to be Catholic and not a Catholic? I feel adrift, homeless. My Catholic imagination allows me to see the soul as a lit breath, seeking the divine. It persists.

Memories are like water.