Tripp York

I was a Teenage Exorcist (in the ‘Valli’ of good and evil)

Bob Larson. The name alone is enough to strike fear in men, women, children, donkeys, demons and even the gods. (Lowercase ‘g’, B.) Bob Larson. The man who claims to have exorcised death. (I couldn’t even get him to walk on a treadmill . . . ahhh.) Bob Larson. He named a book after himself. […]

Tripp York

Demon Test (I wish I could make this stuff up)

Bob Larson, self-proclaimed prophet and exorcist (who just happens to be the subject of one of my chapters in The Devil Wears Nada), has made it easy for you to discover whether or not you have a demon (as, apparently, it is not self-evident . . . yep, that could be rabies you’re dealing with). […]

Tripp York

The Devil Wears Nada (“Ain’t got no reason to be ‘shamed!”)

What happens when a high-strung Mennonite armed with an overpriced education goes on a search for Satan in order to prove the existence of God? Disappointed parents. “Really, Tripp? Is this why you went to graduate school?” asked the equally high-strung and very southern mother who continues to pronounce my name with two-syllables (think “Tre-yup”). […]