Speak of the Devil

As a child growing up in a strict Mormon household in the ‘70s, I spent most of my day trying not to unintentionally invite Satan into our home. It was a struggle because according to my mom there were hundreds of things we could do that would summon the Prince of Darkness to our doorstep.Continue reading “Speak of the Devil”

Create your own website, free on WordPress.com.Create your own website.
Start free