I suppose nothing would horrify my mother—or my childhood church—more than seeing who I am now. While they were busy preaching about satanic panic in the '80s and '90s, they never imagined that the frightened little girl in their pews—the one they warned so often about demons and damnation—would one day grow up to be a 43-year-old woman, writing her very first blog post about deconstructing Christianity… by talking about Ozzy Osbourne. Yes, ...
