When I was growing up, especially as a teenager, people would often say, “It must be hard being a preacher’s kid.” It could be difficult because there were high expectations. Being a preacher’s child, though, was nothing difficult compared to being the wife of a television writer. My husband has almost ruined television for me. He walks into the room when I’m viewing a show – and by the way, I grew up loving television – and more often than not, he rolls his eyes and says, “You’re not watching that, are you?”