God In My Closet
One Woman’s Journey from Darkness to Light
“…One night, us kids were upstairs running around giggling, playing cops-and-robbers or whatever us-versus-them game would lead to a good chase. I was wearing my panties and little white undershirt with lacy straps, because it was summer, too hot and sweaty for my Strawberry Shortcake nightie.
Downstairs, the screen door banged, and that acted like a gunshot, silencing us. My mother’s voice boomed up the stairs, a loud but garbled, “What the hell’s going on up there?” That was all we needed to know she was drunk as a skunk…”