Remembering Pege

Last month was hard. It seems like I always lose people I care about in October. When you leave fundamentalism, usually no one from that world will listen to you, especially not a parent. Pege and her husband were different. I'd been kicked out of my church two and a half years before when I … Continue reading Remembering Pege

The darkest days of the year

You know people who talk about the dark night of the soul? Yeah, that. It doesn't just exist in fiction. I try not to complain. I'm naturally an optimist. But 2015 has been an incredibly difficult year. I've lost several people, not to death, but to change. I don't know which is harder, honestly. I … Continue reading The darkest days of the year