I once witnessed a TV interview with a dying man who was asked if he harbored any regrets. He responded: Yes, I wish I hadn’t lied to myself so often and suppressed my true thoughts. No one knows me as I really am. This idea has haunted me ever since. I hide my true thoughts... Continue Reading →
I was brought up a Christian, in the American Baptist tradition, baptized by my father, the minister of the churches I attended until I left the church for good after high school. I had mentally absconded well before that, however, starting around the age of six, because—I secretly told myself—these parishioners weren’t hearing what my... Continue Reading →
