1988 I have another story to tell you. This family photo was my Christmas card thirty-one years ago. One of my dearest friends received it and declared the image and my family perfect. I politely thanked her and marveled at how one click of a camera lens can convey such deception. I’m coming to grips […]
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…And Exhale
On the bright side Well, I got my editor’s notes regarding my draft memoir on Friday. In an attempt to prepare myself for the worst, I imagined all the negative things she could have written. None of those things came to pass. She also did not declare the book the greatest thing she’d ever read. […]
Deep Breath
Here we go Today is a big day. After six weeks away from my draft, I’m having a teleconference with my editor to hear her feedback. To get in a receptive frame of mind, I watched vintage Brené Brown in her inaugural TEDx talk about vulnerability. I hadn’t seen it in a while and her […]
Day (or is it night?)1
Hello! Yes, It’s me and it’s not a Christmas letter. I’ve wanted to do this for so long my copy of “Blogging for Dummies” is now outdated. Rather than read about it for a few more years, I’m choosing to dive in to the abyss and see what happens. One of my children called me […]
