Friday, December 8, 2017

GOP and Religious Right: Blowing Smoke While My Head Reels


Miracle GirlGOP and Religious Right: Blowing Smoke While My Head Reels

My head reels as evangelicals defend a child molester with the bible, while the hypocrisy of the GOP takes my breath away.

If this is the new reality, can I please go back in my coma-dream now? 

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

My Personal War on Christmas


Miracle Girl: My Personal War on Christmas

Christmas is a season of mawkishness and awkwardness for deconverts. I was simply confused. Here's an antidote for both...

“Run Donder, run Blitzen, run Prancer, it’s through,” cried Santa, but we were booking them too. 

No, that isn't Robert Mueller leading the investigation in this satiric sting of Santa Claus.

Friday, December 1, 2017

Hyperactive Students: Emerging from the ADHD Dark Ages


Miracle GirlHyperactive Students: Emerging from the ADHD Dark Ages

Hyperactive and ADD kids now receive academic aid, giving them a hand up instead of stiff arm in school. For ADHD students born in the hyperfast lane, schools are finally doing something to keep them from crashing and burning. 
Can I have a do-over for my childhood?

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Not Seeing God: Patheos Nonreligious Bloggers Unite!


Miracle GirlNot Seeing God: Patheos Nonreligious Bloggers Unite!

Not seeing is not believing. In "Not Seeing God: Atheism in the 21st Century," the voices of 24 Patheos Nonreligious bloggers come together in a chorus of godless dissent.

My chapter in this new Patheos Nonreligious anthology is a tongue-in-cheek guide to raising your secular children.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Weight: Giving Thanks for My Metabolism (Please Don't Hate Me)


Miracle GirlWeight: Giving Thanks for My Metabolism (Please Don't Hate Me)

My weight has been feast or famine. But you probably won't empathize with me as visions of pounds gained dance in your head.
Maybe you can't be too rich. But take it from me, you can be too thin. 

Monday, November 20, 2017

Christian Hypocrisy: Can the Unholy Still Be True Believers?


Miracle GirlChristian Hypocrisy: Can the Unholy Still Be True Believers?

Hypocrisy, thy name is the Religious Right. But does being a hypocrite mean they don't really believe Christian doctrine?
To me, human nature says no.
And besides, the Ten Commandments doesn’t say anything about thy neighbor's teenage daughter.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Roy Moore and My Molestations: When Political News is a Painful Trigger


Miracle GirlRoy Moore and My Molestations: When Political News is a Painful Trigger

Many Alabama Republicans excuse Roy Moore's assaults. Will child molestation soon join the list of inexcusable behaviors normalized in the Trump era?
And what message would a Roy Moore victory send to victims of child sex abuse?

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In July of 2013, I fell into a six-week coma and nearly died. When I awoke from the coma, I could barely lift my head. It has been a hard road to recovery. The doctors advised my loved ones to give up all hope for my full recovery, but while they were shining lights in my eyes to gauge my level of consciousness, I was telling them grumpily to leave me alone because I was trying to get back to sleep...in my coma-dream. I was experiencing covert cognition, and the coma-dream was my version of a near-death experience. I'm a skeptic, so I saw surreal images instead of spirits or dead loved ones. According to my research, as many as one in five people with consciousness disorders have covert cognition.

Not a miracle recovery, but a miracle of modern medicine

In 2013 I fell into a six-week coma and nearly died after I contracted legionella. The Legionnaire's disease was in turn triggered by immunosuppression caused by the prednisone I was taking for my rare autoimmune disease, dermatomyositis.

I suffered a series of strokes on both sides of my brain when the sepsis caused my blood pressure to plummet. I fell into a deep coma. My kidneys and lungs began to fail, as my body was began dying one organ at a time. My doctors told my loved ones to give up hope for my full recovery. They expected me to die, and even if I somehow lived, I would remain a vegetable or at best left so hopelessly brain-damaged that I would never be same. But unbeknownst to them, while they were shining lights in my eyes and shaking their heads, I was telling them in my coma-dream--my secular version of a near-death experience--to leave me alone because I was trying to get back to sleep. I was experiencing what is known as covert cognition, the subject of my Skeptical Inquirer article "Covert Cognition: My So-Called Near-Death Experience," which appeared in their July/August issue.

But it wasn't a miracle--despite what so many continue to believe--that I recovered so fully. I owe my life not to God, but the miracles of modern medicine, as well as the nature of the watershed-area brain damage I suffered, as I detailed in my article and in this blog.