March 13th, 2008
Searching for the "right place"
For years I felt a gap between my parents and me—a gap of time and geography. When they were young, their social lives revolved around church; few of my good friends regularly attend. They’ve always urged me to “find a good church” where I could become part of a community. I’d patiently tell them that I have to make my own way; that I have friends; that I’m doing just fine, thank you very much. I knew they just wanted me to be happy—wanted me to find the security in the church that they had found growing up in the Midwest in the 50’s and 60’s.
But I live in Manhattan, I’d tell them, and we’re in the 80’s, the 90’s, the 00’s.
I grew up…