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I Never Planned on Marrying a Child Molester 2

  When I stood at the altar, dressed for the first and only time in bridal whites and took his hand and read the vows we had both written; when I was twenty-two and my hair wreathed with perfect flowers and my hands both wound in his and bound with […]


The Identity Liar

“Don’t believe anything Joy says.  She lies,” Mama would tell people throughout my childhood, whether they listened or not.  For Southern Baptists in the 1950’s and ‘60’s, what you did defined who you were.  Maybe that’s still true today.  I don’t know.  But it certainly was the “truth” then.  Good […]