In which a skeptic chooses to dance

I’ve spent more than 10 years of my life now processing through my faith, thinking critically, reading widely and experiencing church life more broadly. I have swung between abject despair and high hope. I have attended the mega-McChurch, the smaller,…

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In which a lactivist is humbled

Dear Mama: I need to confess, sister.  I have judged you.  When I saw you with your bottles at the park, when I spotted cans of formula at your house, some small, mean part of me judged you. Honestly, I…

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