When I call myself the Booty Shaking Priestess , it isn’t random. Not even a little. I am, in fact, a very religious person. I was “raised in a church,” so to speak. Christmas carols. Easter egg hunts. Church every Sunday, followed by dinner with my grandparents. Playing hide-and-seek in all the rooms. Ringing the church bells—if I was lucky. These are the images that surface when I think about church. I love it. Despite being fairly aware of things, I still live under a rock

I wasn’t going to start a blog. I want to be a novelist—not a blogger—but my higher power sent a woman to interview me. While at the gym last week, she approached me and launched into rapid-fire questions. Her focus was clear: What is your job title? What are you doing with your life? After being married to an interrogator (yeah, I picked a winner), I know exactly when someone is extracting information. POS literally taught me about eye movements, coercion, and information-ga