“What do you call yourself,” I asked my husband in the car as we drove our daily commute into the city from the suburbs. “You know, when you don’t want to sound like a . . .” “. . . greasy car salesman?” he responded. “Exactly.” “A Product Consultant.” He smiled. “I don’t sell people […]
When I purchased the domain for Anchors & Freedom I was 21 years old, sleeping on the floor of an apartment in Oceanside, California and in the midst of a text message affair with a guy everyone called Good Time Charlie.
When was the last time you danced naked?
The last time I got on stage in front of a substantial audience it was because I was writing a gonzo journalism piece on amateur nights at “gentleman’s clubs” in small towns across the province. I won’t get into it, but I assure you it’s not at all what you think.