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Arguing with God

Arguing with God

When my daughter was diagnosed with autism, I had a few choice words for God. On a long evening walk under the stars, I railed at the unfairness of it all. At God’s unfairness. “Honestly, the kid’s barely out of preschool and she’s already undergone open heart...
What I’ve Been Missing

What I’ve Been Missing

My father never joined the Klan. And Neo-Nazis would have disgusted him. He didn’t serve in WWII to see Americans goose-stepping down Main Street waving swastikas. And yet, my father was an unapologetic racist. In his mind, blacks were simply inferior to whites. This...