Ten years ago, I was planning my escape.
It wasn’t a quick jump out the window in the middle of the night. I didn’t get away by running desperately down the street (although I had done that once—really twice—before).
Leaving my parents’ house took a long time—years if you count the time it took for me to realize I was being emotionally, spiritually, and financially abused…
Read MoreWhen I was little, I used to fold pieces of printer paper, staple them together, and write “nature books” in the pages. I loved watching Reading Rainbow because I could learn about new books to borrow from the library. I couldn’t wait till bedtime when my mom read me stories before I fell asleep. In short, I’ve always been obsessed about reading and writing and stories, so it’s probably no surprise that I now work in publishing and spend much of my spare time reading and writing.
For the past few years, I’ve been working on creative nonfiction essays, threads of my life in the Christian patriarchy movement as a stay-at-home daughter. And now I’m starting to weave these threads together into a memoir. It’s not finished quite yet, but I’m getting close. I can feel it coming together. Finally.
Which brings me to some exciting news . . .
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