It all began when the stork dropped my buns down a working class chimney in New Jersey in 1961… after which I was raised in a minority rite of the Catholic Church known as Byzantine Catholic. Continue reading
I know who you are.
And YOU know who you are.
And I am calling you out. Continue reading
How did we humans ever get to the point where “having faith”, in other words, believing the unbelievable, is held in such high regard? Continue reading
Call me an atheist, if you will, but do know this… Continue reading