A Church which has lost its memory is in a sad state of senility.
You know I have found a new way to get high and stay spaced out for hours on end and the government can't stop me... It's called senility.
My mother whom I love dearly has continually revised my life story within the context of a complicated family history that includes more than the usual share of divorce step-children dysfunction and obfuscation. I've spent most of my adult life attempting to deconstruct that history and separate fact from fiction.