Yes To Hope

Yesterday while driving around town I spotted a sign outside a business that said, “There is no hope in logic.” This sentence jumped into my brain and ran around in circles. What the heck does that even mean?  I wondered.  In the interest of full...

Close Call

Another new city, another new state, the third one in high school alone.  My sister had tickets to Hawaii and was taking my mother along for a vacation.  Preacher Dad took them to the airport in San Francisco, a couple of hours away.  He wouldn’t let me come along and...

Lost Years

Preacher Dad was persona non grata at Jackson College of Ministries, so we up and moved all the way across the country to Conqueror’s Bible College in Portland, OR.  The day we pulled into the parking lot, after a five day cross country road trip, my sister looked at...

Silence and the Stage

Preacher Dad decided he needed to be around more.  My mom had been a good mother in our early childhood but it was time for him to take over.  Her usefulness as a parent had been served and she could step aside, he told her.  He took a job as the vice-president of...

Missionaries In The Basement

When I was growing up we had missionaries in the basement.  They came and went with their stories and pictures; invading my play space and filling my head with images of other people and places. Preacher Dad was employed by “Headquarters,”  the very big...