kids – Call Me Lou.

Momma is Listening.

My little sister and I grew up with an electronic device listening and monitoring our every move.

There’s a fine line between running for your life and outright panic. I always seemed to be doing one or the other.

Dad was a Christ-loving pacifist. That was the only reason I lived to reach the age of 18.

We launched a tire from the roof of the parsonage during a church ladies meeting. Someone thought a dead body had fallen.