Writing & Faith
My religious faith was a mess. My search through the Gospels fired up doubts about the dogma of my church.
My skin tingled. I had my mother’s undivided attention. I was radiating, humming with bliss.
'He was weird and wonderful,' they say. 'Well, he was mostly wonderful, you know?'
The last time we spoke you mentioned that you had been overtaken by an existential crisis...
The same genes that pushed my grandfather to seek an education for his sons survive in a new avatar.
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