Yesterday I had a conversation with my Mom on the phone. It’s been a very long time since we last spoke. Every conversation brings mixed feelings. On one hand there is the joy of speaking with someone you miss and care about very deeply, and, on the other hand there is the frustration that comes from our separation.
I know my mother agonizes over ‘losing’ her children (since 2 out of 3 of us have left the religion) and yet she has a firm resolve and stubborn devotion to this organization, …