“I don’t know” An answer to a question or a conversation stopper

It was 1980-something, I was 12-years-old. We live in Simsbury, Connecticut—a very heterosexual, WASPY town in New England. My parents always told me to never tell your religion to anybody, not even to talk about the subject of religion. It is Sunday and I am in Granby, the next town over, at a friend’s house.Continue reading ““I don’t know” An answer to a question or a conversation stopper”