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My Sister's Keeper, Twilight Greenaway
I expected her to shave her head, or
experiment with drugs, or start dating an ex-con. I thought
maybe she'd become a vegan. Instead, she started going to church.
Coming Clean, Angela Watrous
I’d long since realized that in some circles
it was assumed that I wasnt religious--presumably because true
queer liberal types could never be involved with an organized
religion, never get sucked into something so pass as faith.
The Road toward Islam: A Traveler s Tale,
Claire Hochachka
A few hours later, as I in-line skated home
over the Brooklyn Bridge to Manhattan, I realized I had just
been called to the Islamic faith.
The Culture of Faith, Shoshana Hebshi
I'm bound to both Judaism and Islam by the
laws of religious lineage--through my mother I am Jewish;
through my father I am Muslim.
The Last Conversation, L. A. Miller
I didn t believe in God. In truth, I thought
of him as a little like Ronald Reagan, if he existed at all.
Glitter and the Goddess, Kara Spencer
I became more than myself, my awareness
expanded to sense the gestalt of ravers, humanity, bonded to the
universal flux of life.
Million-Step Program, Stephanie Groll
I swallowed forty-eight sleeping pills. And
that was that. Good thing I didn’t believe in God or I might
have been headed straight for hell.
Practicing Faith, Maliha Masood
It never occurred to me how far I had strayed
from the principles of my religion because I still considered
myself to be a Muslim in spirit.
Daughter of a Preacherman, Andrea Richards
Growing up as the child of a minister makes
you a ready-made rehab case. . . .Its almost like being a
Kennedy--at birth you are set up to flounder on a very public
scale.
The Church of Godly Men, Tanessa Dillard
They marched in gay parades, prayed for their
enemies. Instead of abandoning their spirituality, they created
something that worked. Their example inspired me to stay true to
everything I believed.
The Playhouse and the Altar: Householder
Buddhism, Liesl Schwabe
While I felt his soundness and his wit would
make for a dedicated father, I also knew that his understanding
of the Dharma would be what would ultimately make becoming
parents together the single most important and beautiful thing
in my life.
Raising a Family the Good Old-Fashioned
Way, Juleigh Howard-Hobson
Andrew asked me recently, Would Luke Skywalker
know the Goddess? . . . Of course, but they would call Her I
answered.
The Sound of God, Lisa Shiffman
Voice. Melody. Song. Each held answers.
Answers about a deeper part of myself, about the essence of
Judaism, about being human--and perhaps even something about
God.
Worshiping in Color, Bernadette Adams Davis
American obsessions about race keep most of us
apart on Sunday mornings. The worship hour is still one of the
most segregated times of American life.
Pilgrimage on Mission Street, Griselda
Suarez
At that moment, I lost my Virgen de Guadalupe
and found my goddess Tonantzin. . . . She talked to my heart in
a familiar voice, my own.
Just Another Anarchist Antichrist
Godless-Commie Catholic, Sonya Huber
A true anarchist would certainly have no soft
spot for the ladies in black and their days of prayer.
A Flash of Lightning: Inner Revolution and
Social Transformation, Diane Biray Gregorio
I saw for the first time the connection
between my spiritual practice and my work in the world. They
both sprung from the same source--the yearning to understand
suffering and experience freedom--whether in myself or in the
world.
A Yogini in New York, Deborah Crooks
Then a collective gasp sounded and we raised
our eyes from the drawing to see the second tower go down in
flames. For a second everything stopped as nearly everyone on
the street seemed to suspend their breath.
God is Grape, Gail Hudson
Grape was an ideal container for my
understanding of God. . . . It taught me that what we revered,
what we gave thanks to each night at dinner, was something that
resided in the beauty of everyday life.
Agnostic Dyke Seeks Goddess, Jennifer
Collins
I am: Butch agnostic, freelance writer, NS/ND,
social drinker. You be: Omnipotent, with whole world in hands,
good with cars and words.
After Christ, Teena Apeles
The choice of Catholicism was not my parents
either. My familys faith was determined hundreds of years ago
when Spanish explorers and missionaries brought the religion to
the Philippines and forced it on the island peoples.
Pilgrimage, Pramila Jayapal
I could not feel the same devotion as do the
millions of people who come to Badrinath, the devotion that I
thought every true Hindu Indian should feel.
Sex and Catholic Girls, Caurie Miner Putnam
For the first sixteen years of my life I was
the quintessential good Catholic girl. Then, I went on my first
date.
A Call to Service, Trudi M. H. Frazel
The first time I heard that suffering comes
from wanting things to be different than they are . . . I began
to see that simple awareness is an act of service.
On Ki, Eleanor Martineau
I still want to be very careful. Poking into
ki pokes at the Tao, at Zen, at nothingness. About which I know
very little.
Bare Your
Soul: The Thinking Girl’s Guide to
Enlightenment
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ANGELA WATROUS is
the author of After the Breakup: Women Sort Through
the Rubble and Rebuild Lives of New Possibilities,
and the recently published Love Tune-Ups: 52 Ways to
Open Your Heart and Make Sparks Fly. Before becoming
a freelance writer, Angela worked as an editor in the
book publishing industry for five years. She lives in
Oakland, California. |
Publication Date: November 2002 |
