Author: Connie From The Cult, Death Connoisseur

I can see my younger self sitting with my mother and siblings on the church pew. My father was standing behind the pulpit as he preached from the Kings James version of the Bible. But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day…

Dear Diary, Wait. No, that isn’t right. Dear Readers, I’m writing these entries with you in mind. However, they are adapted from my personal diaries and journals. I struggled over making public my private writing. I argued with myself who told me, “Nobody cares!” I mean people only write their life story if they are…