Reasonable Doubt
How I Lost God
On growing up torn between one parent who believed, and another who didn’t
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7 min readFeb 11, 2019
In 1962, my dad sat next to a boy who ate blue crayons. If my dad missed school, he’d later open the Crayola box to find empty slots where all the shades of indigo and sky had been. At the desk one over, was a kid with a guilty grin full of wax.
