As an atheist writer, I sometimes wonder about all the really down and out people that might be hurt by what I write. What about the homeless person, or the terminal cancer patient who really don’t have any hope besides God? For mother’s day I sent my grandmother a religious card and a devotional calendar. She has been a devout catholic all her life and that is the one true peace she has left as she nears the end of her life.

Still, the path is clear, and we must soldier on. Surgite (“Push On”), as Isaac Brock (who my university was named after) said!