Mary's Life-Lesson for Me

How I unlearned bad religion.

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Mary’s Life-Lesson for Me

My late father Sam had three sons: Joel, Joseph, and me. Born of my father’s first wife, Joel is my half-brother and five years my senior. Joseph and I share the same mother. Born three years before me, Joseph died before I came on the scene.

Henry Ossawa Tanner, “The Annunciation”

My father also had two daughters. Marsha is his oldest child, ten years older than me and daughter of his first wife. My mother bore Marie when I w…