I believe I have found good news for myself. Good news that helps me sleep at night, relieves stress, and helps me to be a more flexible and happy person. I’m fine with sharing my story with people if they are interested. However, I don’t feel like I need to go into the world and preach “the gospel.” My story is uniquely mine and no one else needs to be like me. Continue reading How did I become a happy heretic?
The first time I suggested that I might be a heretic is when my twins were in their early teens. We were discussing the Old Testament passages where the text says something like, “Do not spare any of them, kill … Continue reading Finding peace in heresy
I got the text mid-afternoon on a Friday. My in-laws were in town. I was taking a much needed break reading in the backyard by the pool. The text was from my sister. She said she needed to talk to … Continue reading Saying Goodbye and Finding My Umbrella
Rapidly taking apart one’s life, and then putting it back together again, can be quite a disconcerting process. Trying to discover which parts of you are really “you,” and which parts are the product of fulfilling expectations, can be complicated. … Continue reading Your “Fayeness”
A Happy Heretic 