When I was working towards my master’s degree in England, I had some pretty interesting people as my professor advisors. One was a tiny, old priest who I instantly trusted and adored. When I was working with him he recommended a certain book, which I discovered in my search in the library was considered a… Continue reading Death of a hero 

When I went away to college, I started exploring religion the way some people explore drugs. I wanted to try it all, wanted to have my psychedelic experience and really live.  I remember when I was home on a break and my mother asked me which time I was going to church on Sunday. I… Continue reading Losing my religion