Memories from the road

The feeling of wind   in your face suggests moments of life in movement Pieces of my old life often interrupt me while I live the new one, such as with the reminder of Labor Day that I mentioned in the last post. But memories emerge often unexpectedly, and in strange ways. While riding through […]

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Being a church tourist

In the time since I became an atheist, I’ve also become a bit of a church tourist. The church in which I grew up harped incessantly about how we were the chosen few, and that all the rest of the world was spiritually lost. So what was the point of visiting other churches? To see […]

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Expressing myself via theater

It’s almost time. Today is Thursday, Aug. 4, which is the first day of the Minnesota Fringe Festival in Minneapolis, which means that we’re only two days away from the Uncommon Loons (my theater company) debut performance at the fest: “Pistachios”! This isn’t the first time that we’ve applied to be a part of this […]

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Memories from the religious mind

When looking back on my old religious life, I find plenty to complain about. And why should I not? Religion as a whole has enough apologists who are more than happy to stand up to defend even its most indefensible texts, as well as the various atrocities by its most ardent practitioners. People like me […]

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It’s called “Pistachios”

  It’s been a little while since I’ve given an update on the Fringe Festival play that my theater comrade, John, and I are working on. So far, I’ve given a short synopsis on the play itself, and shared a little story about how we both got drunk and talked about theology for the sake […]

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Confessor to confessee

  One of the things that I didn’t expect after leaving my family’s church was all the secrets of my fellow believers that couldn’t be shared comfortably amongst the faithful. Up until my late 20s, the church was an all-encapsulating presence in my life: the source of my family, my friends, my social life. This […]

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Confiding first in myself

When thinking about all the people to whom I confessed my disbelief in god, I realized that I have yet to write about a key person: me. Well before I told Andy, the first person who ever heard me vocalize my apostasy, and much longer before I ever whispered a clue to my now ex-wife […]

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Drunken theology

Early on in the process, there were some logistical issues that needed to be worked out on just how an atheist and a Christian would collaborate on a stage play about an atheist and a Christian working out their theological differences. About a month ago, I wrote about how my theater comrade, John, and I […]

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