From Catechism to Coatlicue: A Journey of Faith

When I was a kid, like every other Chicano in L.A., I was shoved into catechism almost as soon as I was in school. I didn’t fit in very well; because English was my primary language and I was an avid reader I was always tasked with reading out loud. Unfortunately, I also had a mouth and a brain so I questioned a lot of the stupid shit in King James’ tom…