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02 — An apology An overdue apology from organized religion. We lied. Those of us who work in organized religion lied to you. We also

  —   It opens up a bit of compassion to think of the people who are the hardest to like as needing the most

Hello, beloved. Perhaps “Hello, beloved” is a lot to begin with. I considered, “Hello, friend” instead.  But, “Hello, friend” falls short of “hello, beloved” in

  “Something isn’t right,” I think as I type in BUR, the first three letters of my destination. The voice in my head ramps up:

I am biking towards Annie’s school. She forgot her ring binder at home.  I remember being in middle school, frustrating my parents with my not-yet-adult frontal cortex

I’m in College Station.Texas A&M country. For a wedding. It’s home of Kyle Field, the college’s stadium (capacity 110K), “Home of the 12th man.” The

  MADE BELIEVE. Fabricated stories of Bat Boy do not make him real. And, the devil is no more real than Bat Boy. Jack Lewis

I indulge the dogs’ desire to sniff a dormant blueberry plant, as I’m trying to slow my pace. I want to be near Siddhar and

  — Emmett is three. Annie is one. We are at the LA Zoo, making our way from the entrance to the animals. Years ago,

  Who’s Your Daddy? AUTHOR’S NOTE: The following essay details my thoughts about God’s genitalia. Some might find this shocking. And it very may be.

  “It’s our little secret,” I hear grandma say into the black metal telephone handset I’m holding with two hands. I’m about 5 years old.

  The rabbi who had been working with Charley’s family was forced to leave when Charley — suffering from untreatable cancer — chose to schedule

My assessment of the Apple Watch—get it for this singular feature: its ability to ping your phone—sold both my neighbor Betsy and my mom on

  After hearing the cycle of the alarm clock and snooze button from 7:00 until now, 7:32, I open her shades and curtain. “Time to