The Church Militant: My High-School Friendship With a Domestic Terrorist

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I can think of a couple of possible reasons why Richard and I might have started leaving letters in that coffee can in the woods. I just don’t remember which one was actually the deciding factor.

I met Richard F. Keyes III when I was about thirteen years old, in the phase of my life between my mother’s discovery of the Society of Saint Pius…

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I grew up in a religious cult. Years after my escape, my storytelling and visual artworks still search for freedom from oppressive constructs.

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I grew up in a religious cult. Years after my escape, my storytelling and visual artworks still search for freedom from oppressive constructs.

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