I hear people say that often. One friend said it to me recently, adding, "I just don't have that 'obedience' DNA." But I see how he is utterly dominated by his wife, how she shapes almost his every thought, how he does not dare cross her. He calls that love. Exactly.

I can make the case that I've always been fiercely independent. I hitchhiked across the country secretly when I was 16. I smuggled cocaine across the border into England when I was 17. I ate lunch in the library during high school to avoid the cafeteria. But I have gotten myself sucked in by 3 cults -- all very different in size and style. 

I wrote about one in The Guru Looked Good. Now I'm writing about the one that came before that story. It begins in Manhattan and will eventually move to Athens, Greece and then London.

Chapter 22 is up now at Memoir In Progress, and I invite you to join me as I unroll the story. 

Thank you for reading and accompanying me on the road.