Witchy Stores, Tarot Cards, and the Long Road Back to God

<![CDATA[For ten years I was a neopagan. It began as rebellion — against parents I felt had betrayed me, against a culture that seemed to have abandoned me. I was angry, too smart for my own good, and still unable to find a decent job with the English degree I’d been told would be golden. So I turned elsewhere. After all, wasn’t it all the same god anyway?]]>