I could not swim away, but only try to stay afloat, tethered to one spot... and it was only a matter of time before I drowned.


Growing up in a Pentecostal “church” (Part 1)

Plenty of people were raised in some sort of church, typically a Christian one (in this country, at least). It's something I've bonded with many people over. The conversations tend to go like this: "Hey, remember growing up in church? Ugh, weren't the sermons so boring? Weren't the dress codes annoying? I hiked up my skirt every chance I … Continue reading Growing up in a Pentecostal “church” (Part 1)