But not out of me.
See, my mom is what you might call an evangelical in the truest sense of the word. An Okie from Chickasha, she played piano and organ for the church services. Her music studies took her and my dad to Denton, Texas to get a Master's Degree in Musicology. She got pregnant with my older brother while she finished her thesis. Once she finished, my dad wanted to be the Provider. So, my mom spent my childhood raising me and my bro and counseling women on the Word of God at our kitchen table. It wasn't your door-to-door, Krishnas-with-flowers, young-Mormons-in-suits-on-bikes type of public evangelizing. It was a very personal, studied kind of psycho-spiritual therapy with the Holy Spirt sitting in for Freud.
Then there was Sherri.