Nancy Tennent Bio

My father enrolled in a Presbyterian seminary the same year I began first grade. Growing up as a preacher's kid, I was not only steeped in Christian dogma but saw the more worldly business side of the church. I was flattered as a young girl to accompany dad when he visited shut-ins from the church - that is, until he admitted that my presence tended to increase donations from lonely widows. By my college years I had concluded that the god of the bible could not be real, although I hit a few new-age branches on my way out of the tree. At first it was hard to accept that this brief stay on earth is all we get and that no one "up there" is working a cosmic Gantt chart to ensure my life has meaning. Assuming responsibility for my own happiness, though, has been much more liberating than scary. Without any divine assistance, I have a beautiful extended family, an amazing geeky husband, a bevy of long-time friends, and a cool old house nestled in the trees in Lake Forest Park where I can hear the creek rushing by below. As Covid-19 loosens its grip in the coming months, I hope to turn my gratitude for the good things in my life into action and help Seattle Atheists become a vibrant, thriving community of freethinkers, skeptics, humanists, and atheists.