Millipede: Part 6

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by MillipedeI hated the the underlying spirit which had crept into our marriage; it was a peevish, disapproving air that my husband had taken on. In our "heathen" days my husband had a happy go lucky air. This was endearing and made up for the fact that he could be irresponsible.Under Christian patriarchy this changed. Not only was he now "head of the household", but he was responsible for making sure that we lived a "Godly life". This permeated every bit of our life as we didn't want to be "Sunday Only" Christians; God was not someone that we turned our back on for the other six days of the week.This affected how I dressed, what we ate, what entertainment we watched or listened … [Read more...]

NLQ Featured Writer: Latebloomer

Setting up the No Longer Quivering website here at our new location on Patheos is taking longer than anticipated due to health problems for both Calulu and Vyckie. We are both finally feeling well enough to get some work done, so we hope to complete the transition soon.  Right now, we are working on updating the individual authors' pages. As we finish up each page, we will feature the NLQ writer here as a way of introducing our new readers to the Voices of NLQ. LatebloomerLatebloomer is on a journey away from the ideals she was raised with in the conservative homeschooling culture. Becoming a wife and mother has prompted her to re-evaluate her childhood experiences in an effort to … [Read more...]

Christian Woman Writes Letter to 18 Year Old Self

There's an excellent article over at Huffington Post written by Lauren Dubinsky. She's writing to her younger Christian self with the wisdom that comes with age, bumps in the road and experiences. She was raised in the patriarchal home schooled movement. Excerpt below from her article: I grew up in a bubble, with restrictions like no television, no movies; no public schooled friends, and no books unless dad read them first. All letters I wrote and received had to be read by a parent before they entered or exited the home, and every church sermon was picked apart at the Sunday dinner table, truth re-stated and lies cast out, until my heart was bloody. I didn't have friends at church; youth … [Read more...]


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