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ABOUT ME

HEATHER KING: I'm an award-winning author, columnist, and blogger. Oh yes--and an ex-barfly Catholic convert.

Look for my weekly arts and culture column in ANGELUS, the archdiocesan newspaper of LA, and my monthly column, "Credible Witnesses," in MAGNIFICAT.

I also give talks around the country, lead retreats, and edit.

I write on subjects ranging from addiction to food, money, cancer, prayer and one really gnarly year where I was in such anguish I turned to the spirituality of St. Thérèse of Lisieux.

I live as a contemplative in the city: of the world, but with an ear cocked, always, to what is beyond this world. This is very very far from the station in life I once envisioned.

But as 12th c. German theologian Meister Eckhart noted: "God is greater than God."

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COMMUNION OF SAINTS

FLANNERY O'CONNOR

“The Catholic writer, in so far as he has the mind of the Church, will feel life from the standpoint of the central Christian mystery: that it has for all its horror, been found by God to be worth dying for.”

FRANZ KAFKA

"The longing to write was always uppermost...I was away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity."

BRENDA UELAND

"Suddenly I was seeing how pretty the winter evening was, how black the trees in the phosphorescent moonlight, how the stars are different colors, how egotism is fear and self-preservation, but how there is an egotism that is great and divine."

VINCENT VAN GOGH

"There is something inside me, what can it be?"

THOMAS MANN

" A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people."

GEORGE ORWELL

"Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout with some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand."

HENRY JAMES

"The port from which I set out was, I think, that of the essential loneliness of my life...This loneliness...what is it still but the deepest thing about one? "