I have a bunch of tattoos. I’m sure you’re curious why that matters. Some are terrible. In fact, so terrible they will soon be covered with better choices. But there’s one, in particular, that means a lot
Martin Luther King Day recently passed and I have been thinking a lot about all the progress that has been made in our society since the civil rights movement and as you can probably imagine, these thoughts are super depressing.
We live in the internet age. A time when you can be whoever you want to be. Simultaneously, we are bombarded with things telling us who we should be! We are conditioned to gauge our self worth by the way
The original title for this post was “Why I Am Not a New Atheist,” but I found there is so much confusion about that term and what it means that this was more misleading than helpful. I settled on “Why
I have a confession. I am still a fundamentalist. I am still a fundamentalist on one issue: the resurrection. The resurrection was my last tenuous grasp on faith. I guarded it against attack as if it were … well, a pearl
Since my deconversion I have spent a lot of time thinking and writing about why I no longer believe. Most of this expression has occurred online as this is the place where freedom of expression has few limits. A part