On the Train of Madness

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"Nellie was an artist," she says. Aunt Margaret, feeble and tired leans next to me on the couch, peeling open a small notebook filled with sketches of bluebirds and short lyrics. Faint Victorian-esque script fills …

I May Have Been a Part of a Cult Once

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One Easter while I was living with this church startup in Denver, we took to flyer-ing the neighborhoods with pamphlets about our congregation. We’d walk around, working eight or nine hour days leaving door hangers …

The Day We Said Goodbye to Ramona

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It was a Saturday evening when we realized our guinea pig Ramona was dying. On Wednesday when we cleaned out her cage, we noticed Ramona was losing weight. Dramatically, she went from a plumpy furry …

be in the world, but not of it

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{Image by Janine via Flickr} “Be in the world, but not of it”, they said and as a little girl I always thought this decree translated into an external exhibition of holier than thee and holier …

Does Jesus Heal Our Ouchies?

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"Does Jesus heal our ouchies?" It's one of those moments when abstract spirituality meets bruises and scraped knees, and my son wonders with the sort of innocent curiosity possessed only by three-year-old. I hear myself answering him before I even …

What Is the Cure for Fundamentalism?

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“So you’re telling me that I’m going to hell and everyone at this school is going to hell if we don’t believe the same thing as you?” I nodded. My friend Jon finally got the message. I’d …

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