My dad was a pastor, a fundamentalist Baptist pastor. This meant no popular music, no trips to the movies, no blue jeans and for a time- no pants (for girls), no make-up, no fun, no friends. It also meant learning to be subservient to men, being forced into setting a standard for other kids, and having to “be good” 24-7.

Lucky for me, I have a strong sense of humor that allows me to see the hilarity in the way I was raised. Yeah, a lot of it plain out sucked. But there are many moments that were really funny. It makes looking back bittersweet; painful and hilarious.