
I am often criticized by finger-wagging Christians admonishing me not to judge others. So I thought I’d take a quick moment to say that of course I judge others. I have to judge others. I’m stuck judging others. Judging others is a necessary byproduct of having a brain—and a sense of morality, and a conscience. [...]
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(The four pieces below were originally published separately; I thought I’d here collect them into one piece.) My Runaway Mom My father ditched out on his/our happy, middle-class suburban life when I was eight years old.
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