I Dodged a Bullet or: How Amy Coney Barrett Could Have Been My Bitch

Once upon time, in the early ’70s, my mother got involved with a religious group called John the Baptist Charismatic Renewal Community (JBCRC). It was a touchy-feely kind of church — well, not that touchy-feely; my mother was certainly no hippy. I didn’t really care for the extra church services — as I remember, they…

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