The Pious Magic that I’d practiced nearly 40 years held my life together and gave it meaning. Then it began to fail me. Heartbroken from a collapsing marriage, I was surprised when deeply meaningful moments burst into my life. Not at church, not reading the Bible, but on the trail by the banks of an Alaskan creek. I followed where those moments led… out of my marriage, out of the church, out of the Republican party to find true love, family, and meaning deeper than I’d ever thought possible.

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