Shortly after graduation, I went to visit my mother for a week. During this time, we each had a couple beers and discussed religion—I say discussed, but we barely broke the surface out of mutual desire to avoid an argument. At one point, my mother asked me, “If I died right now, you’d be fine … More I’m Not Going to Heaven, And I Don’t Care
I want life to be simple. I’ve moved passed my youthful, type-A black and white mentality to reluctantly accept the many shades of grey in this world, but some days, like today, I am forced to acknowledge how woefully immature I am. Sometimes we just ignore reality I often reach out to people for help, and … More Growing Up Is Hard to Do
In December, I won the Yip Harbug Youth Activist Award from the Freedom From Religion Foundation. For a moment, I was overwhelmed by the generosity of FFRF and I felt so proud of the work I had done, but, ultimately, I hadn’t done much of anything at all. I won my award for an opinion … More Activism in a Time of Hashtags
About a year ago, I towards the end of my deconversion. I wasn’t comfortable saying I was a Capital A Atheist, and I still kept praying and wanting some belief. I dabbled in paganism for a bit, trying to plan a solstice celebration of sorts because the solstice was on a new moon, which I … More My First Christmas Without Christ
Recently, an article ran about the award I received from the Freedom From Religion Foundation in the Clarion Ledger and was later reprinted by the Hattiesburg American. I received the first ever Yip Harburg Youth Activist award for an article I wrote about cruel responses to the complaint the City of Collins received for their … More Condescension Isn’t Kindness
That SNL skit isn’t wrong; I wish Adele could fix my Thanksgiving angst. Madalyn Murray O’Hair came up. For those not in the know, she’s a dead atheist activist who won a Supreme Court case that banned school sponsored Bible readings, Murray V. Curlett. She was the founder and president of American Atheists. She, along with … More My Mother, Madalyn Murray O’Hair, and Me
Reprinted from the Daily Mississippian On Thursday, Oct. 29, the city of Collins received a letter of complaint from the Freedom From Religion Foundation in regards to Christian statues in a publicly maintained and operated park. I spent the first 12 years of my life living in Collins, and the vast majority of my maternal … More The Misrepresentation of Church and state
Last night was another tragic election night in Mississippi. I voted with optimism, but the same thing happened that almost always happens. We elected a governor who pretends to care about our state, while doing everything in his power to create a failing bastion of conservatism. We voted against an amendment that would guarantee our … More Election Night in the Deep South
The roller coaster of emotions regarding my faith has been an adventure, to say the least. My mother and I have had a few conversations, and have maintained a quiet peace over the past few weeks. I head back to Mississippi on August 1st, and I’ll be going to Jackson to see my parents a … More My Mother’s Revival During My Exit From Faith
If you’ve read some of my previous posts, you’re likely well-aware of the guilt I mention every time I do anything contrary. My whole life, guilt has been my water and I’ve never quite learned how to escape it.
