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?
I just closed the covers of my husband’s special edition copy of Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist.
When I left my apartment the other morning, ten minutes late for leading worship and therefore in a hurry, I noticed something feeling weird on the inside of my leg.
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.