After a childhood marred by substance abuse and a deadbeat dad, I made a friend who would change my life.
I was raised in a staunchly atheist household. We never went to church. We never had a Bible. We never talked about God. My father was such an ardent atheist that he demanded my mother spell my brother's name, Mathew, with only one t to avoid any biblical resemblance. My father then named me Mark. Clearly he didn't see the irony. continue reading >>