In 1987, I was born a seven-pound godless heathen, content with enjoying and exploring the world around me. My mother was delighted with my natural state.
Mom determined that, as much as possible, I would grow up without the intrusion of religion—or atheism. She, and later my stepfather, believed that when I reached a certain level of maturity and experience, I could decide such matters for myself.
Mom set out early to teach me the things she values: honesty, fairness, freedom, the fun of exploration and looking for evidence, and the notion that hard work pays off.
Things progressed well through my wee toddler years when Mom had control over things. She allowed me the time ...