“Confessions” is not fiction, although some scenes were embellished to soften hard truths and to make the read less painful. Ugly things happen and ignoring them doesn't make them go away. I struggled with my decision to publish because I knew some people would be hurt. I did it anyway. I love my parents - they sacrificed a lot to give my brothers and me a better life. I love my brothers, too. I hope they each understand why I did what I did.
The "uncomfortable parts", as I've heard them described, are a small portion of the book. The remainder is filled with ridiculous tales that hopefully make the reader laugh. Mustached nuns, botched Confessions, the attempted seduction of a priest and
intoxicated Irish Catholic Godparents are just a few of the things to be savored.
I'm no saint. This book makes that fact quite clear. Sorry to disappoint; I know many of you thought I was perfect. The truth is out.
This book is my last confession. Where's me flask?
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