When Laird White tells people her father was a minister, she says she can see in their eyes that they're imagining her as a kid, constantly on her knees, praying, singing hymns, and memorizing psalms. Are they right? No. "In truth", she says, "I grew up standing with my siblings in our kitchen, or someone's living room, singing very funny (and sometimes a bit off-color) songs my minister-father had collected - no hymns included." While growing up,...