Eat Shit and Fly

Eating Sacraments from Childhood to Adulting

I was queasy the first time I ate the body of Christ. I was only seven years old. I had been prepared for the occasion for months by a squadron of nuns who would brook no misinterpretations of our First Communion.

For those of you who were not raised Catholic, you may not know that when a priest places that piece of bread in your mouth, it is not a symbo…