The fuel gauge on my truck doesn’t work. Even if you’ve just filled up, it still reads empty. “Low Fuel” is constantly lit up on the status screen. When we get gas, we reset the trip odometer to zero and when it gets to around 300 km, we refill again. I can’t say I enjoy it. I mean, I really don’t like it. In fact, it’s terrifically annoying. Every day, I get in my truck and hit the button to… Read more

I want you to think of someone you admire. It doesn’t have to be the person you admire the most, just someone whose work you appreciate. Maybe you share their content online when it’s released or recommend their books to your Facebook friends. Maybe you go to all their movies or like all their original tweets. Perhaps you attend any talks they’re giving within a 50-mile radius. You know, you won’t get their face tattooed on your back or anything,… Read more

They say that teaching critical thought can help your kids develop an immunity to religious belief. Here are two stories that illustrate that point. When you raise your kids without religion, and they come across it on their own later in life, it rarely sticks. This post is part of a series called Your Stories of Atheism. To read other stories, click here. If you want to send me your own story, email me: mommy@godlessmom.com. Our first story comes from… Read more

I had an awful dream this morning. I dreamed that my baby goose, my Lucy Goo, my little Lock, Stock and Two Smokin’ Paws went for a swim in Okanagan Lake as she often does, but began to drown. I panicked and jumped in after her. That’s when Britney Spears’ “Oops, I Did It Again” started blaring in my ear which sounds equally as nightmarish as my puppy drowning but the song part was actually happening in real life. You… Read more

A year ago, my daughter couldn’t set foot in a real school without having a panic attack. A year ago, she couldn’t muster the courage to speak to other kids her age. A year ago, she was struggling to finish her online school, could barely tell a server what she wanted at a restaurant and rarely even got out of bed. Her father and I felt alone and helpless in our efforts to make things better for her. Before she… Read more

It’s still a raw, festering hole in my psyche that flares up every time I see a post about him on social media. I can’t bring myself to watch any of his shows yet. Who knows why it’s hit me this hard. I barely understand how to use all the features in my truck properly. Asking me to grasp even the minutest reality of human psychology is just too much. I think, though… I think it’s because I saw myself… Read more

Last week, as part of this series on wrongful convictions, I wrote about why it’s so important for average citizens to understand what reasonable doubt is, and how a “not guilty” verdict is not the same as finding a defendant “innocent”. This week, for part two, I want you to watch something. This is the OJ Simpson trial, which involved a lawyer from the Innocence Project. Here was a perfect example of reasonable doubt. You can generally find out what sort… Read more

I’m always surprised by just how many atheists on the internet are rude to people who profess a belief in the divine. Often, I will be having a great, mutually respectful discussion with a believer on Twitter or Instagram when one of my followers will jump in with name-calling. The believer, who had been perfectly nice to me during our discussion, will be called a moron, an idiot or mentally ill. It completely derails the conversation and sends a theist… Read more

There are the musicians I enjoy, the poets I admire, the thinkers I appreciate. There are storytellers and producers and writers and actors I respect. There are the creators that make the outer edges of each day a little brighter, the artists who shape my ideas without me taking notice. There are songwriters who’ve made me cry, scriptwriters who’ve made me think and there are authors who’ve brought me to my knees. And then there was Anthony Bourdain. Bourdain wasn’t… Read more

  One morning, my little dude, who was five at the time, approached me with his little blonde head cocked to the side and asked me how long ago Jesus started the first food bank. A-say-what? “Did someone tell you that Jesus started the first food bank?” “Yes, Ms. Anonymous” This is his math teacher. Math teacher. She is teaching him logical thinking. Lord have mercy on her soul (no holy). I can’t lie, my blood began to boil at the idea suppressing… Read more

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