Father, A Snapper Ate my Faith.

The book of Jonah, a story meant to reassure doubters, was the small push I needed to decide that maybe this whole religion thing wasn’t for me after all and that we all have different paths.

Apparently, mine leads directly to being eaten whole by a mythical snapper and preserved in its stomach’s juices for a month.

Don’t Just Vote!

Over the past few years, I’ve been feeling disappointed with politics. Don’t only because of the erosion of public discourse…