This article is part of a two-part series discussing the rise and role of modern paganism in today’s families. Part I tells the author’s story, while Part II expands into the history and principles of some practices. This article was first published at The Huffington Post.
I grew up in an atheist home. It was a happy, kind-hearted and good-humoured one, with parents who loved each other as much as they loved their kids (and who still do). We had our own traditions: summer trips to the cabin, car wash blitzes on the driveway and sledding in the winter. Suckers for a hard-luck story, we fostered stray animals — abused pups, orphaned ducklings, one-legged pigeons, you name it.
My dad — a self-proclaimed redneck — was a man ahead of his time. Despite living in Canada’s Evangelical Bible belt, he had the guts to speak up for gay rights at a time…
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