On Christmas Eve a Pagan Writes Something Pithy About Divorce

As a child of divorce, I had two of every holiday: two birthdays, two Thanksgivings, two Christmases... That’s sort of what being a current Pagan, benevolent ex-Christian is like. I’ll happily sing the Jesus songs and make a joyful noise about it, but I’ve also got my eyes peeled for nature spirits darting in and … Continue reading On Christmas Eve a Pagan Writes Something Pithy About Divorce

On Godly Gifts: Life Is Hard When You Don’t Believe in Giraffes

When I was 19, I took piano, violin, and music theory from an eccentric Hungarian musician who liked to talk a lot about escaping communism. He also liked to tell Hungarian jokes. In a book of translated Hungarian poetry, (by the poet Miklos Radnoti—seriously, check him out. He’s awesome), I read in the translator’s notes … Continue reading On Godly Gifts: Life Is Hard When You Don’t Believe in Giraffes