Cynthia Harrison
Novelist
Tag: religion
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Dad Didn’t Die
A few weeks ago, my father was seriously ill and also 1,243 miles away. While flying to him, I thought back to our conversation mere weeks ago, when I was in Florida for the winter and we saw each other at least once a week, just the two of us sitting in chairs at my…
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Politics and Religion
That’s me in my first communion garb, when I got married to Jesus. I grew up with a Catholic mom who didn’t attend church and an atheist father. It was strange. I never went to church after I was on my own. I felt like “Jesus is just all right with me” (remember that song?)…
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My Witness
This past weekend, as I walked down my block, I saw a mom and two little boys, dressed for church, going door to door. Jehovah’s Witnesses, I guessed. A few houses behind them were two men in suits, a white guy and an African American brother. A small pack of further Witnesses worked the other…