sister – Call Me Lou.

Sitting Too Close to the Preacher.

You sat down front because you were a preachers kid and dad wanted to keep an eye on you.

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

The preachers kid is an expert in non-verbal communication. Unfortunately, the signals may be ignored and disaster results…..painfully.

A little bit is good, but more is better………Right? Especially when it comes to fire…………..or was that ice cream?

The crash of glass was heard as I tried to make it through the door.

The preachers kid was kidnapped on a youth group trip…..Sort of. You’d be surprised to know who did it and how he was rescued……Sort of.

I will confess to painting on the wall of the church, but will claim that I have a defense. My little sister talked me into it.