Note: Though written to stand alone, this is related to an earlier post called Beyond Tolerance. For a long time I was confused. As a closet agnostic growing up in a fundamentalist Christian family, I thought no one could understand me; at least, no one I knew. Telling anyone “I do not believe in God” […]
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Whenever I listen to a recording of my voice, I am always shocked. That is not me, I think. In my head I have no accent. I like to imagine I am self-created, aloof, and that I sprung from a vacuum. If my thoughts have an accent, they are more Queen Elizabeth than Honey Boo
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At 15 I no longer believed in God, but almost everything else in my life remained the same. No one knew and there was no one I could tell. I still went to church because my parents made me. The sun rose and set. My shaggy dog continued to greet me at the gate when
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