The Atheist’s Prayer is not a book about religion.
It’s a book about the parts of us that survive when religion leaves—or when we leave it.
I’ve been excommunicated twice. Divorced once. I’ve been tossed out of faith, love, and community and left to sort through the wreckage. I’ve wandered through shame, loneliness, and the awkwardness of starting over—sometimes crying, sometimes laughing at how absurd it all was.
What I found is self-love doesn’t need anyone’s permission, and prayer isn’t owned by any creed. You can call it gratitude, meditation, or just a quiet moment when you remember you’re alive. It’s yours. It always has been.
Through stories that are equal parts raw and ridiculous, I’ll take you from losing everything you thought defined you to realizing you already had what mattered most.
If you’ve ever felt rejected, disconnected, or stuck between faith and skepticism, you’ll find a place here. You don’t have to believe in anything new—you just have to believe you’re worth showing up for.
Such a beautiful memoir about gratitude. It’s written so beautifully and full of meaningful lessons that really make you stop and think. I didn’t want to put it down once I started reading. A heartfelt, inspiring book.
I couldn't put this book down! I laughed and I cried. It's well written, vulnerable, hilarious, and insightful. A must read for anyone who is religious, was religious, and anyone finding their path.