Category Archives: PUC

I’m looking for my brothers. Can you tell me where they are grazing their flocks?

I grew up a Seventh-Day Adventist. My father was employed by the church as a preacher and as a theologian until I was 14. At age 18, I left Christianity. I wandered for a few years until embracing Judaism at … Continue reading

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Why Don’t You Accept Me?

I think the dominant motif running through my brain over the past 40 years has been, “F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f*** you, why don’t you accept me? And why don’t you accept my father?” All the while, I … Continue reading

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Checking In On My Former Church

I grew up a Seventh-Day Adventist. Even though I have no desire to be a Seventh-Day Adventist today, I have more positive feelings about my former church than negative feelings. At least I think I do. My feelings are complicated. … Continue reading

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Rocky Mountain High

At the end of the eight-part miniseries The Kennedys, he found himself leaning out of his chair, staring down at the ground, and saying one word — “Kendra!” He started when he said her name. He was not the type … Continue reading

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And did the Countenance Divine, Shine forth upon our clouded hills?

January 26, 1986 was Super Bowl (XX) Sunday. I listened to the game as I drove my 1966 VW Bug from Auburn (where I’d just pulled a shift in the news department of KAHI/KHYL radio) to my friends the Muth … Continue reading

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