I asked before I could stop myself if she went to church. To my surprise, Maggie Skugge was raised in the church. Her voice softened. “My parents were prominent members too. My father was a senior pastor; my mother led the women’s ministry and the entire outreach program. My sister and I were expected to follow that path. But I never felt like I belonged there.” She paused.
“And when I met Kayde’s father, he gave me the courage to live the life I wanted. The life I live now is far from the church,” she said the last part quietly, as if to herself. “But I still carry some of it with me.”
I nodded, understanding fully well what she meant. The conversation went back to the all-female club, and how the women rode hard, protected their own, and carved out space in a male-dominated world, and
