The Substitute Teacher’s Anchovy Cult

“Mom, this sounds like a cult,” I complained as she parked our car in a vacant lot downtown. “It’s a youth group. Mr. Lloyd runs it.” Right. Mr. Lloyd, a substitute teacher who met my mom via dog park. “What kind of youth group meets in The Children’s Place?” “It’s in the basement.” “Why not… Continue reading The Substitute Teacher’s Anchovy Cult