Image by Mark Raker
By Kristine Rose, AP contributor
I will always be grateful to the Jewish side of my family for not being pushy. From them I got some chocolate-covered coins, a few good stories, and my wavy hair. The Catholic side was a bit keener on the indoctrination shtick. From the age of seven I was to attend CCD classes so Jesus could enter my heart; whether I wanted him there or not wasn’t much of a concern. For a few weeks the teacher gave me the hard sell and I gave this unfamiliar world a shot. I even opened the bible of my own accord a couple of times. Some of it was violent, I could dig that.