Today, I’m going to squirrel away some time trying to figure out chapters and topics I want to discuss in THE BOOK.
Meanwhile, I guess the best place to start is talking about my mother because it’s all due to her general neglect that I spent most of my childhood “talking” to G-d like other children spoke to their imaginary friends.
Did I ever tell you that when I told my mother I wanted to be Jewish, she slapped me? Well, when my sisters decided to be Wiccan, she took them to a Pentacostal church for an exorcism.
