When my friend invited me to the IF:Gathering, I found her generous offer to be an act of love. However, as soon as I accepted her offer I began dreading the idea of being around these female world changers.
I sat on the edge of the dirt trail with my hands painfully bound in “cactus handcuffs” and a small tubular cactus embedded in my throbbing thigh. I waited for my hiking partner, my friend and house guest, to return with help. Tears ran down my cheeks, but I couldn’t bring my hand up to… Continue reading The Attack of the Jumping Cholla