From born-again christian, wading through life as an apostate in my 30s, to re-discovering spirituality through drugs,  I am figuring my life out before my savings run out. 

As Sisyphus walked down the hill, I climbed down the proverbial hill to start my life all over again - a life without a husband and without procreating.    
It all started for me in the church. Here is a conversation with my ex-husband, as we reflect on the cult we escaped together, as we smoke a peace pipe.