I talked to my mother a few weeks ago about all this guilt I have been having,
saying that I must have been a catholic in a past life with how hard I am on myself.
She laughed and said no, it wasn’t catholicism,
it’s just the Southern Baptist guilt that she passed down to me.
My family isn’t very religious–my dad believes in reincarnation but only a little, and my mother,
you guessed it,
grew up Southern Baptist.
(Before my grandmother passed away, she participated in both a Baptist and Methodist church in Tennessee, and would go on trips with either church depending on which had the better alcohol. Guess which one she went to more often?)
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E. A. Young Writes 