I didn’t realize it at the time, but religion taught me to be afraid. Afraid of being deceived. Afraid of being a failure. Afraid of society’s influence. Afraid of being different. Afraid of being a child. Fear is a horrible way to live your life, but it is spectacularly effective. When you’re afraid, you don’t need someone else to be looking over your shoulder.
I've been attempting to sort through hundreds of delapidated barn photos and find the best ones for display in my basement. It's hard because sometimes the worst photos actually provide the best bones for image manipulation. I've found and re-imaged three and I thought I'd share them with you. My goal is to group five, using the same imaging technique. Let me know what you think of these.
I've found a new author. Her name is Marianne Stillings and she's been publishing romance novels since 2004. Her favorite topic? Cops...and hooboy are these guys fun to read, but if I were to put my finger on a favorite male, the hero in The Damsel in This Dresswould come out on top.
This morning I woke up feeling a desperate need to pray. As many of you know, I abandoned my faith about 5 years ago so when these moments come upon me, I have several options: a) psychoanalyze the reason behind the need; b) give into the need and pray to "whatever;" or c) ignore it.
My sister has recently finished reviewing/editing my latest nonfiction book, After God: making sense of the world after leaving the faith. I've already written a submission letter, and I'm half way through my final book edit, then I'll be sending it to Shambhala publishers for consideration. I thought some readers might enjoy an excerpt from the book. This piece comes at the end of "What Happened."
I didn’t realize it at the time, but religion taught me to be afraid. Afraid of being deceived. Afraid of being a failure. Afraid of society’s influence. Afraid of being different. Afraid of being a child. Fear is a horrible way to live your life, but it is spectacularly effective. When you’re afraid, you don’t need someone else to be looking over your shoulder.
I've been attempting to sort through hundreds of delapidated barn photos and find the best ones for display in my basement. It's hard because sometimes the worst photos actually provide the best bones for image manipulation. I've found and re-imaged three and I thought I'd share them with you. My goal is to group five, using the same imaging technique. Let me know what you think of these.
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This morning I woke up feeling a desperate need to pray. As many of you know, I abandoned my faith about 5 years ago so when these moments come upon me, I have several options: a) psychoanalyze the reason behind the need; b) give into the need and pray to "whatever;" or c) ignore it. 
My sister has recently finished reviewing/editing my latest nonfiction book, After God: making sense of the world after leaving the faith. I've already written a submission letter, and I'm half way through my final book edit, then I'll be sending it to Shambhala publishers for consideration. I thought some readers might enjoy an excerpt from the book. This piece comes at the end of "What Happened."