The first time I tasted alcohol, I was 4 years old. This was courtesy of my Dad, who at the time was an imbiber of brown liquids. I hated it. I vomited almost immediately. My Mom was livid, and Dad …
Read more →The first time I tasted alcohol, I was 4 years old. This was courtesy of my Dad, who at the time was an imbiber of brown liquids. I hated it. I vomited almost immediately. My Mom was livid, and Dad …
Read more →The incredulity with which this friend (and he wouldn’t be the last) asked me this question was partially amusing, but also curious. Did he not believe that I could be a born again Christian? Did he doubt that the likes …
Read more →‘Alright everyone, Cameras rolling in 5,4,3,2,1…” The room was as chilly as a mid July morning in the Highlands of Kenya, yet I could feel the sweat on my brow. My impeccably ironed shirt was beginning to stain with my …
Read more →To really understand how my story turned out, it’s important to go back to the beginning. A tree can only be borne of it’s seed after all, or some African proverb along those lines, but you get the gist. Picture …
Read more →Let’s play a game. I tell you one thing about myself, and you have to tell me something about yourself. Deal? I know I know, you are wondering how this works with you behind a computer screen and me probably …
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