I No Longer Reach for Heaven

I’m astounded that anyone could be persuaded to accept a way of life that guarantees their condemnation.  But I’m sorry to say we made converts.

A Conspiracy of Silence

I’m horrified that we locked my sweet, loveable, funny aunt into a prison of silence, where she dreaded the day she would die and go to the hell we had created.

Drowning in the Baptismal Waters

It has taken me a long time to see that our religion could be a tool to prey on the vulnerable.  The baptismal waters come closer to drowning them rather than cleansing them.     

Making Change at the Deli

Even after all this time, I still have to remind myself that I never had mystical powers of healing, although people tried a little harder to pull themselves together and straighten up when they knew I was a minister.