I’m Not a Scientologist. But Here’s Why I’ll Keep Fighting Anti-Scientology Hate.
Whatever comes, I will continue to fight for religious freedom.
A Case of Medical Discrimination
I took a survey yesterday about my recent experience in the hospital. I was there for a C-section for my third baby. One of the questions gave me startled pause. She asked me if I experienced any kind of discrimination for my race or culture. As a white-bread American, definitely not.
A Solution to Jellyfish Stings
I was on vacation on the East Coast of Spain at the age of 21 when I went swimming with a friend in a secluded cove. An idyllic setting.
Bigotry, Beanbags, Opals and Elephants
Humankind at its finest sees a tree not as a green blob, but a Maple, its leaves individually defined, each one a bit different from the others—in all their variety and beauty, part of a larger and complex unity.
Don’t Tell Me. SHOW Me.
My father was a brilliant man. He held a doctorate in law, was literate in both Spanish and English and, after 20 years as a judge, could whip through a 50-pound legal brief like you and I read text messages.
Happy Birthday, Dianetics!
This month, the world marks the 70th anniversary of the publication of Dianetics: The Modern Science of Mental Health, the landmark bestseller by L. Ron Hubbard.
Bigotry 101: Beware of Dragons
“Stay away from that,” warned my history professor, glaring at the book in my bag. “I’m serious.” “It’s… dangerous!” These long forgotten words came back to me recently while reading about the discovery of the oldest known map to depict Mundus Novus, the New World.
How Does It Feel to Be a Scientologist?
Since I have been a Scientologist for over 20 years, I feel I’m very qualified to answer this question. I’ll answer it with one word and then I’ll elaborate… Liberating.
How Good People Can Become Bigots
If bigotry were simple, we would have already solved it. But it isn’t and we haven’t. So here’s a look at the roots of bigotry from a Scientology point of view.
How the Whole Earth Catalog Primed Me for Scientology
When I moved from a small town in upstate New York to the San Francisco Bay area at the age of 11, I found myself at the beginning of a cultural revolution. A few miles away, the hippie movement was getting started in the hills above Palo Alto. Although I was oblivious to it in the first couple of years after the move, it became obvious as time went on: