A candid letter to my evangelical parents, after Trump (a follow-up)
Nov 3 · 6 min read

“No.”
“I’ll never do that. I gotta get out of here.”
“Just…no.”
Those words were stamped on my soul as a young girl growing up in rural Ohio. I spoke them often, and meant it. I needed air, light, and magic, and there was no air, light, or magic to be found in Amish country for a wanderer like…

