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.
Christian Review vs Survivor Review
A few years ago I published my memoir of growing up as a United Pentecostal preacher's kid (The Uncomfortable Confessions of a Preacher's Kid). Its a fairly harrowing tale in a lot of ways and I chose not to sugarcoat my story. I am convinced that no one of any gender...
New Interview!
https://hippocampusmagazine.com/2022/04/interview-with-steph-auteri-and-ronna-russell-how-to-write-about-sexual-intimacy-without-making-your-reader-cringe-and-or-horrifying-friends-and-family/
Interstate
I am doing the thing I said I would never do again. I am getting married to someone who changed my mind about the wisdom of the institution. Marrying Steve, a steady-as-a-rock British professor who patiently showed me what love is, involves a cross country move from...
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.