Jesus, Jacinto, and Granny's Bottom: My Walk with God

When I was fifteen years old, I married the boy that I had fallen in love with when I was just thirteen. Gerald was the only boy I ever truly loved, and after we married, we had to leave our little "ghost town" of Jacinto and move to Kenosha, Wisconsin, to make a living. I had never been more than twenty-five miles from home until then. My parents raised me in the Methodist religion, but after moving to Kenosha, I quit church completely and went deep into sin. The nightlife in the juke join...