Goodbye, religion. Goodbye, guilt.

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I grew up in a strict conservative Christian household. My father was the head of the household; my mother was the submissive wife. My father submitted to the leaders of our church. My brothers and I were expected to get in line.

I didn’t. Instead, I asked a lot of questions that began with, “Why?” Fundamentalists don’t like that word very much.