I never found comfort in the church. Original sin seemed absurd, as did a jealous God, demanding love and then annihilating his creations in a flood because they didn’t love him enough. I asked too many questions and I violently rejected the inherent subservience to blind faith the church expected of me. I was kicked out of CCD and created an uproar when I stopped kneeling in church. When an impassive priest told a raw and shaken 12-year old me that my mother’s wasting and futile war with cancer was God’s will, I finally turned my back for good.

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