Author: Mary Purser

As someone who had ideas of modesty and purity so heavily pressed upon them, I couldn’t help but be enchanted by this freedom they possessed.

To see that on-screen was a warm affirmation for young girls that we are all confused; both princess and commoner.

There was this buzz and clamor all throughout the sanctuary as guests eagerly awaited Carter’s arrival, until a little door creaked open and, following two Secret Service agents, out walked President Carter himself.

There is a profound sorrow I feel knowing that my sisters and I are connected in that front—our lost faith in our parents after they immersed us into such a toxic culture.