Dear Evangelicals, you’re so afraid of pain and sadness that you cheerfully expect me to be happy when my husband moves out after decades of him abusing me? This letter is what I say to that!

Dear Evangelicals, my marriage was always under attack. I thought Satan was the attacker but it turned out that my husband was abusing me. I close with the poem “Worth the Pain?”

People don’t understand what it’s like when your parents have undiagnosed mental health problems. This is what I wish people could see, the way they can understand the dynamics of an alcoholic parent.

Dear Covid, why did you hide while you destroyed so many things about my body? Why didn’t you show up on the tests? Your hiding made it so much harder! You made me look crazy.

Intro to the podcast followed by the poem called “The Crash” and a letter to the Evangelicals about living on a game board, trying to play by God’s chaotic and ever changing rules.