To open things on a sad note, I wanted to spend a little space here paying tribute to life of Dawn Foster, who died recently at the age of 33. I only got to meet Dawn once, when she spent a wonderful afternoon walking around the Victoria and Albert Museum with me and pointing out everything that had been stolen from churches. I wish I’d known her better. She was somebody who overcame a lot—illness, poverty, and an abusive childhood—and never stopped being funny, generous, kind, and principled.
You can read a really lovely tribute to her here and you can donate in her memory here. (You can also read a piece she wrote about going back to church as an adult here.) She also came on Stet once, though now I wish we’d had her on again for a better movie. I wish Dawn weren’t dead. The world is a much worse place without her.
The widespread mourning online was really moving to watch, though it has given way to the airing of grievances now, which is predictable but still te…
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