It’s 10:30 in the morning. We’re on the sixth hole of the golf course, and I’m on my fourth beer. It’s a thick 95 degrees. My cargo shorts are wet and sticking to my inner thighs. My father turns to me. “So, have you turned to Jesus?” “What?” “Have you found some kind of religion? That seems to be what all the women in your family are doing.” I’m an atheist. I’m a non-golf-playing atheist who doesn’t function well in […]

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