What a tragic death taught me about organized religion
As a Native girl, I learned the difference between spirituality and dogma when we mourned my aunt and uncle.
Sister Benedict said we’d be attending the funeral of a prominent realtor. That’s how she said it, like he was an appendage to his successful career. The other kids in my third-grade class waved their arms with questions. How had the realtor died? Why’d we have to go to his funeral?
