Ronna Russell
Writer. Truth-teller. Feminist.
The Uncomfortable Confessions
of a Preacher’s Kid
The Uncomfortable Confessions of a Preacher’s Kid is the story of a childhood controlled by the brutal hand of a narcissistic, closeted homosexual. I believed I could leave my upbringing behind and walk away unscathed. I married a closeted homosexual man, in hopes he could keep me safe. As our sex life and bank account dwindled to nothing, fear kept me silent. In the meantime, my father died of AIDS. The pain of his death fractured my biological family, and I clung to my husband and children, creating a cocoon that became a prison. Eventually, I was forced to see my husband’s homosexuality and refusal to work, realizations that brought me to the breaking point. I found the courage to be alone, to take care of my children no matter the cost, and the joy of my own sexual freedom. In the process, I fell in love with my own life.
Latest posts
Blog posts appear in reverse chronologically, so start with
“Loose Demons” to get the whole picture.
READ THIS… Joy Unspeakable by Joy Hopper
Joy Unspeakable is a must-read for any ex-fundamentalist. Author Joy Hopper shares her story out of her abusive marriage and out of her own mental prison with honesty and good humor. She and her twin were adopted at a young age by a Pentecostal family. She immerses...
Voices of Deconversion Podcast
Here is my latest podcast conversation-hosted by Steve Hilliker of the Voices of Deconversion. (The intro has me spouting some truth by Glennon Doyle. I give her credit in the full interview.) Thank you, Steve! Here's the Spotify link! Enjoy! Link to my book: The...
Untamed by Glennon Doyle
I have lived every word of this book; every page of this journey. But somehow, instead of feeling like oh I already know this stuff, I found myself savoring every word of Untamed. Doyle's articulation of the process of shedding expectations is sheer joy. Her ability...
About Ronna
I was raised the daughter of a preacher in the cult of the United Pentecostal Church. It was an oppressed and repressed environment that never felt right. The experience shaped my formative years leaving me ill-equipped for life in the real world, but life in the real world happened anyway. Like everyone, I have had some successes and some failures. The stories I share here are my own, for no purpose other than to make sense of it all in the end.