Why am I so joyfully obsessed with you? Why do I consider the highlights of my day to be when I check my Facebook (FB) notifications? Why do I write a letter to you as if you were a being with which to
communicate? Is it because I need something
to replace my Christian God? How can someone be so happy that something doesn’t
This is my ex-Christian story. My parents were both reared in very religious protestant farming families in Iowa. I was born in 1957 while they were attending Los Angeles Chiropractic College.
We attended the church in which my parents were raised. This church was called
Christian Conventions, but if you asked a member what the name of their church
was, they would say they did not have a name. However, they would gladly refer